Things that are beautiful in life,
are the source of pleasure and pain
You being my desire so uncertain.
With the wings that show me
the wind can take me wherever I want,
You being the only happiness I’ve got.
Satisfaction does have a different meaning,
For the one who finds it in the corners of the playground
Where I’ve seen you within myself too,
uncomfortable yet happy with the happenings.
Comprehending that pain can be pleasurable,
Everything that shows compassion isn’t merely beautiful.