Villa

Welcome to the illicit villa Where people come and go A brief warmth of the palm A touchy heart, a hearty laugh Then out through the elusive door Customary customers they are called, All young and old Accommodations are provided Free advice and service for all Short of mannequins? Just give us a call! We are your humble servants Blood, tears and gall And the young ones Oh, the tunneled youths Passion burn like head of matchsticks Uneven mushrooms they sprout Under veils of deceiving shade Growing too fast for their own liking And yes, the pillars Who can forget the pillars? Stay rooted despite the trouble Though the sky’s a grey all faded Though the Sun all sullen and jaded Unfazed by daunting clouds of doubts Oh, they know no passion Can’t stop the door from shutting The cold wind whistles through A pipe of melancholy, when all remains true What’s unbecoming cannot be undone To fade away With the wind of passion To be enslave in an unbroken faith The freedom to stay The choice is ours to take…