My heart is lone, so is my soul,
In this wide and cruel world.
All my sorrows kept boring a hole,
Pricking me like a pine curled.
Then she came as mine mate,
Its too good to believe my fate.
She made me realize my lost joy,
Like how Helen made feel for Paris of troy.
She turned me into what I always wanted,
And scared out the fear of failure that haunted.
My mind is now in ever lasting bliss,
The happiness is too great for any to ever miss.
Be you whomever thou always need,
A person who cares for thee as doeseth soil to seed.
Who cries with thee and laughs with thee,
And makes thy soul sore in the sky free.
A woman for a man and a man for woman,
Is made truly by the almighty.
Else, all would have been crushed like a used can,
And we would have lost the feel of eternal beauty.
