Today I am brimming with confusions.
My mind is full of hapless, hopeless dread.
And when I see your psyche’s ill illusions,
An undefined fear, fills my head.
When you are next to me, to warm my life
I suddenly remember, you are far,
I want a real home, a real wife.
But fear to leave my hearts’ door ajar.
You dwell on past rejections more and more,
When I propose to make a Home with you.
I can not fully open hearts’ door
For fear of human nature’s feckless loo,
Which sears and impairs and encumbers,
The future “Home” on past’s glowing embers.