Coming from the west,
While I was in a state of rest,
With the one I love.
It struck us from above.
Between us, it made an affect.
And I'm bearing its effect.
The effect was so coarse,
That, she slowly took a different course.
She was nowhere to be found, lose.
Maybe I was the one to keep her loose.
Loose, i did set.
But out of love, which resulted me sad.
I wanted her affection,
And today I'm in isolation.
Where shall I find the solution?
To put an end to this isolation.