GUST

The swing of your mood is sometimes not perceived

No kinds of emotions are received.

The gust is so cold, the reason is not found

You even don’t care if I am around

Then suddenly cold gust turns into the hot

Love, care and admiration are in every word

I’m melting, enjoying the moments with you

But where are you  real? What is the truth?

I’m tired of your swing. It is like a hell

Don’t be so closed, get out of your shell

Don’t be afraid there won’t be a danger

Or harm for your soul. We must meet an angel

Forget about the wounds you got long before

Right now you are safe – no worries anymore.

No cheating, betrayal you got in the past

From previous people. Regain please the trust.

The answers to problems we’ll certainly  find

The only stipulation: “Please don’t look  behind”

                                                               LNK 1999