A Little Love Song of Little Things

A LITTLE LOVE SONG OF LITTLE THINGS. There is nothing to say no complaints no gratitude, Your aptitude is right but its hindering your attitude! A glass was my page- you were my water I thought, Your love was a sorrowful battle with tears I fought!! Every drop of tear that wet my eyes, I hid with smiles beneath my cries! You were the amazing rolling waves of the sea that help to sail, I forgot the same waves turn monstrous and the sailors do fail!! There was a time when you had nothing beside you, A bucket of tears and the company of devils in your crew, There were tears in your eyes and a passion of compassion, The tears turned into laughter and so changed your fashion!! Let me recall today although what is done for others must be forgotten, When you were wet I soaked your tears and did swell like the cotton, When the burden of sorrow overlapped your heart-I was the button, But when prosperity knocks men lock their rooms and draw the curtain!! Who remembers the world beyond the window, Who cares for the candles when the bulbs glow, Who remembers the teardrops when they laugh, Who cares for a muffler when they have the scarf?? Oh girl you forgot your tears were not yours they were our, Oh girl you forgot you were not my weakness you’re my power, Oh girl you forgot the drops of rain is purer than the shower, Oh girl you forgot a garden is not garden without the flower!! Just look outside your window the love bees are sad to see us part, The bulbs may glow your room but the candle brightens your heart, The laughter echoes in the air but the teardrops paint your memory, The scarf may be expensive but the old muffler will serve you for free!! Those drops of tears that’ve evaporated are calling us back again, The sky is gradually darkening and reuniting the drops of rain, The Garden of Eden is scentless and the flowers are numb to bloom, And the curtain is explosive to open and brighten our room!! I feel a strong sensation in me to reunite, And relive the days that’ve gone out of sight, But the garden will not rejoice unless the bees hum and the flowers bloom, And the flowers will bloom only if you hold my hand and walk out of your room!! Once we are together we’ll go back into our lovely loving phase, And once the grasses grow- the cows will certainly come to graze, And once the flowers bloom there will soon be humming of the bees, And again there will be joy in little things- in candles, mufflers and trees!!