be like lovers be like the wind

A mother and her child

Tied together in death

By the sea leaving their world

A young wife and her young son

She married too young

A flower just bloom in a young age

She got married in 17 or 18 years

She got herself a son

In the short years of married life

She could have felt her worries more

She felt into deep depression

At her young age she couldn't fathom

The married life wasn't bed of roses

With red soft petals softly caressing through

A moment of bliss in time of needs

There is no worry there is companionship

When it is for long term relationship

The roses may turn out to be thorns

Pricking the skin pricking the mind

Slowly it will poke into the realm of reasoning

It is at this time

The porous relationship will not survive

The breakout feeling wanting to surrender

Leave everything behind

When immature still rings

It is best to stay away

Don't get into marriage

Be like lovers be like the wind