lover is deranged

for love was,
a sun at an autumn day
a wind that blows away
a tear in mother’s grave

love is strange

for lover was,
a naked tree
a freezing night
a wicked dream

lover is deranged

there shall I ask,
are they belonged?
is there a choice?

For I am,
a love
and
a lover

there shall I ask,
is there a fresh start?