A poem for my sugar,
A sequence of mysteries to unfold.
A bunch of memories to behold
A series of stories to be told.
Please don’t get driven blindfold
You have to wake up
Not for the luxuries to explore
For hunting your existence to the core
Until now, you have been so heroic
Trust me, they said you were so terrific
Why lose hopes and detest yourself?
Just pondering at the past and hurt yourself?
With all the trust, I say, you have all the guts.
Don’t you wanna get back with me again?
When all my love is with you in all your pain.
Life gives fair chances to everyone so roll out
To all the memories like a sieve : knock out
I know you are shattered, but my younger version, look in my eyes for the love that’s entirely yours!
Turn your grotesque figure into a strengthening bigger.
And show up the world you exist
For the mysteries to unfold, memories to behold and more stories to be told
Fight with me
Fight by me
Fight for me
“You’re my honeybunch, sugar plum
You’re my sweetie pie
You’re my cuppycake, gumdrop
Snoogums, boogums, you’re
The apple of my eye
And I love you so
And I want you to know
That I’ll always be right here
And I love to sing
Sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear…”
-Your Elder version