Thy heart speak no love glory nor a verse of lasting pain,
Seasons blend to decades but the scent of thy words echo like verses of the rhythm of the favourite song lasting a spell on the whiff,
If only daring would glorify through confessing of hearts feel,
Today you would be a picture of my wanting family cherished dream but Alas! It's too late for your now you hold the proud name of being mistress of family you stay.