The winds blow and our words flow.
Our hearts beat and the birds tweet.
It is mystical indeed, how hearts meet,
And how we run into new souls as the days unfold.
One time, they're all green, yes a “stranger”
And we can't really tell if we're in danger.
But bit by bit, our hearts and souls surrender.
And we regain composure.
Finally realizing that the “stranger” was not an intruder
But can rather be a sister, brother or even a lover…
With them, we find our laughter and our days are brighter.
Yes, everything seems far better as our pains become lesser.
And that was how I found you, but I still...