How many roses will make you love me?
How many restless hours will make you cry?
How many kisses will perk up the old love?
How many poems can stir your heart kind of?
I ask all these questions to myself daily,
Yet my impatient brain is tired truly,
It is in pain like the heart,
Since nothing wants us to part!
Please let your love reign,
Help me to wipe away my pain.