• I found a bitter-sweet

    Deriving from the lost and not yet found
    Only when sought, and with no sound
    Neigh of thorn and soothing silk
    To many Its blood, To me its milk

    When I found this bitter sweet,
    As I was surprised from whom I would meet
    Neither dissonance nor affray had came in mind
    To me eyes was a woman divine

    Twelve and one the months have passed
    On and everlasting did the bitter sweet and I last

    Lonesome days come penny a piece
    Once per month and week a day of peace
    So dangerous the world can be
    Enemies to us, my bitter sweet and me

    Yesteryear is just as now
    Only my bitter sweet could make me smile
    Under these circumstances I don't care how