Loneliness wrapped herself
around my fingers and wishper
sadnesses to my ears,
She hold me till I give into her words
And my heart flows at
the sound of her melody.

It was autumn all season,
spring and summer
where a distant memory,
and the touch of her
finger tips felt like winter.
But I found tranquility on her laps.
Fear became my best friend,
And love became my nightmare.