A blade walks around the earth
Shedding tears and in search of a rest
Musing over a torrid affair
Looking at a memory with a thousand yard stare
Imbued with melancholia
The now confirmed fears
Left him adrift and stranded
The once dashing and lively blade
Rambles through his final resting place
Fighting the urge to plunge into an early grave
Contemplating whether that would end his pain
My shaveling boy ,
Take a promenade in the land of your past sayings
Where you vowed to never become a stray
To never settle for a withering love
That does not have the approval of God
Stay far from this covert insanity
As if it faded into oblivion
My shaveling boy,
You have to land on home soil
It is time to create your own joy
It is the epoch of blooming flowers
You can recover those mortiferous hours
You can endure this volatile disposition
But ad interim , mark your region
Come back to our loving hug
We are here only to rejuvenate your heart
I beg you to leave the land of the dead
I beg you to accede my ever lasting help
It has been there since you left