bless without me

Happiness is only real

when shared..

So why I feel like acting

when shared..

Love is only alive

when revealed..

So why I feel like cheating

when revealed..

Trust is only honoured

when returned..
So why I feel like passing

when returned..

Summer is only hot

in winter's call..

So why I feel like spring

in autumn fall..

And why I feel like autumn,

in autumn fall..

when I pumped a ball?

when I found a hall?

when I kissed a gal?

And it came to me once.

I saw the gal pushing a ball through my hall.

I felt real happiness, ¨

bounce!

Gall

bless it all