How about some wilderness, my friend?
Could you also keep a part of my wilderness with you and all my tenderness?
Or do I have to fragment myself into pieces to be loved and touched by you?
With roses comes the thorns,
With light comes the darkness,
With happiness comes the sorrows,
With promises comes the broken ones,
With life comes death,
With laughter comes sadness,
O my dear friend,
Had you loved me without fragments,
My tenderness & wilderness together,
Had you not fragmented me into pieces,
And had I not wronged you !!!