To Who Teaches Sweetness

Thinking about you, sweet lady,

Could I forget my small things,

Which even though are so little,

Here in this big and fast apple,

Rest yet so great on my own?

Could I find here, righteous woman,

Something like care, maybe warmth,

What I may share only at home,

Where I feel safe and serene,

Where I indeed belong to?

Well, I could say, gentle madam,

Things only happen like this

Being one so blessed to become

Closed to an angel who shows

How to be free to be loved.