And the Flowers Blooming after a Cold Winter

Thoughts in our heads
Sometimes come out not as we want
We end up living certain fantasies
Which may be truly odd
Extremely difficult to understand
Whatever they may be
They are part of the life we live
We are, sometimes bound by forces
Which we cannot seem to break
Binding us in ways that we find hard to take
But then we have to endure
Whatever pain they make
To our every senses and our everyday
The day you met that someone
Whom you have spent the whole night with
And slept beside on a bed for two
Made love or kissed, embraced and hugged
Held close to your heart
And loved dearly for days, months or years
Spent hours talking about nothing and thoughts
Which you wanted to share or think of
Is something odd or different for others even you
But then you had lived it and is part of you
Whatever happens, whatever comes your way
Whatever you encounter, wherever you go
The connection of the spirit of your mind and soul
With others you meet along your travels and talks
Will always be part of a moment in time
Like your personal history marked in your life
Sadness or loneliness, that you may feel
Will be extinguished eventually
Like the rains falling after a warm summer
And the flowers blooming, after a cold winter.