Desolation will meet its termination next month of the new spring
Miss Tenderness is slowly approaching my heart's underbasement of real roots
The incredible depth of my spirit is to inherit only by her last chance-wing
No one but her has seen the glimpse of my true colors,like real life's preludes
I already can see her open arms far away but with dazing luminary lucidity
Only she will revive my mother's all forgotten bright clues to human devotion
Miss Tenderness' temperament warms up my disappeared spirit of hereditary charity-eternity
The winks she once gave are signs of life of the peak of mystique emotion