III. Safe haven
March 14, 2025 at 5:29 AM
She was usually coming at night:
Silently watching together starlight.
Maybe, it’s not very fair,
But he always was her safe haven.
She comes to him very exhausted;
Why does she looks like she frosted?
She reminds him about the dove —
And he trying to not fall in love.
The radio is murmuring gently,
She chooses the words so intently
Not carrying about the flowers,
She would leave him in a few hours.
And they don’t listen any advice —
It’s a circle of passion and vice.
Maybe, it’s not very fair,
But he always was her safe haven.