The pain of lonelyness

When out of fear, my hopes disappear,

my hands extend support to my falling head,

I see the ring shining on my finger,

and smile.

Al fear disappears,

I am born as new as the daily sun,

with hopes and faith.

I am born again;

A rebirth this second,

for the love that awaits me.

Here I fly, flapping my wings,

over the cotton clouds of sky,

to ring the door bell 

that would sing to console 

the sole, which for my presence cries.