A piece of serenade
Thanks for letting me, again and again?
As youβve let me before on a number of things
Itβs just a penny for my thought
Something that I ponder on these days
Have you ever feel that you need to pause and think which direction to manouvere life,
Thats how I thought of it
Perhaps love is something that needs to be earn,
You will be love as much as you have earned,
Once love has been give it is as if you have been given a stage to perform on,
Every move will be eyed,
It could be love found me when I am not ready for the play,
But who am I to say about loveβs timing
Things happen accordingly to time despite my belief,
Do I still believe in love,
I must say I do,
In my kind of love,
Although thoughts about it keeps me awake,
All night long