The happiness in me has been in autumn.
When the winds of march flee and
the spring of April has come back again.
The spring rain brings back life.
When my joy spreads wings,
The leaves sprout and my heart is happy again.

When my loved ones love me for what I am,
Love me more than what I do,
Love me for my crazier faults,
Love me for the mistakes I make,
Love me even when I don't love the way they do,
Love me without needs and expectations,
Love me as their own part,
Love the real me from within.
Why should I think about others?
When I am fully embraced by all the happy and loving vibes,
Why should I mourn about the others in the outer?...