Chaos is all over your thought.
Love is the only one you sought.
Agony is all that it brought.
Rest is all you need, my dear friend!
It will work out if it is meant.
Sew the wound for your heart to mend.
Something will soon gather your strength.
Aches will soon be gone in the end.
Muster the pieces of your heart
Allow it to turn into art
Like putting toppings on a tart.
It will be a humble new start!
Gusto will soon reach the heart’s core
Open for happiness one more.
No mountain climbing anymore!