He lost her in the rain, searching for madness in the midst of serenity,
He found her again glazed in the sun, hopeless yet hopeful,
The patterns of the wind take charge here and there,
Like multitudes of ferocious splatters,
That you have managed to paint my heart with.
At times the forgiving can be unforgiven,
Yet time plays an important role,
To unravel the truth and longing of souls,
That go through the ultimate test of time.