Confessions

The Maple trees are bear again,

No green...no leaves, to the farthest, are seen.

God has once more shed a tear,

A heart has been broken somewhere.

...has been broken somewhere.



Men of mud might we all be but

Our heart mirrors the passage of time,

And this one...so fragile

It's been shattered for so innocent a crime.

...shattered for so innocent a crime.



The world believes it is perfect, per se,

Imperfections intolerable to the balance in silence.

To speak is a crime

And to speak of love...the greatest irreverence.

...love, the greatest irreverence.



The feeling as the face goes pale,

The churning in the stomach, the butterflies in your soul.

Eyes speak up when...

Where words so fail.

...where words so fail.



To be in love is not for all.

Broken hearts may lie shattered to pieces...

But each will smile till the end of life,

For they are in love with love itself,

And to this crime I too will confess!