Like an expanded rose we stand alone,
all obstacles of life are blocking our way through.
Halfway through my life, my heart turns to stone.

A stone willing to sink in the infinity inside me.
Days become month and month became years, you see.
Until you came into the picture and rescued me.

My heart came back and overflows by butterflies.
Those butterflies are you playing me an practical joke and suddenly wents up in smoke.

© Marcus Lindsköld