Is she like me? ~

She can’t be, I know.

Does easy talk flow? Does she ask him about the stories his mom told him when he was five?

She’s smart, I’m sure.

Does it mean she is patient? Does she know that he will bring her a flower and play her a song so good, she’ll forget her sorrows?

She’s diligent, lets her plants grow.

Does she give him the sun and space? Is she able to nurture his soul?

She’s soft, likes her music slow.

Do they want to sit on the balcony and dream together of a future until the glow?

It’s easier to accept someone else over emptiness. You have a mortal enemy. Otherwise, you’re only fighting yourself.