Man

Who's bringing those roses,

to put it front of my door.

I did not wish any flowerished moment,

the wind just swept them in.

I caged my heart inside,

no body dared to touch it.

I did lock it hard,

but she dared breaking it open.

I heard a whisper far,

through my ears' wall it crept.

I could not resist the call,

the call I named love.

Behaved myself!

I'm no longer a boy.

I carried enough mud on my knees,

I tasted all the earthly sweets.

Do come love,

for u I ever need,

to fill this pot,

for so long it empty.

Do come love,

for now you no longer a stranger,

not for a once so called boy,

for now I'm a man.

Love is not a stranger, not if you never treat them so.