Storge

In a melancholic park, there I sat
Alone and embraced by air full of gloom
Tears kept falling, damping my warm cheek
Agonizing in love that I failed to keep.

Rustling leaves breaks the deafening silence
My heart aches in this bitter rain, shivering
For the love I poured out to my dearest woman
That once completed my life, now shattered.

Then came a woman, eyes filled with pity
Saved me to this sheer cold of sorrow
Her welcoming shoulders is like roof to these raindrops
Whispered a warm affection to my ear
"It's alright my son, I'm always here".