Like A Bird Singing In The Rain

No life is certain...
No promise is unthreatened...
No kisses are forbidden,
Yet no love is hidden...
Been trying ultimately rusty golden,
Prudent day to day ends up sadden,
This is not merely a fringe of a laden...
Its more than a fine love forsaken.

True, He made it hard...
But to which point does it discard?
For things only seems clear apart...
All whats needed wasn't a whole love mart,
But a sincere smile, grounded and smart,
Not one that builds and lives for charts,
Just tender mind and fingers for art.

Not looking forward to attempt again...
It's not OK living in pain,
Love is more psychological than Darcy of Jane,
It drives you more than the average insane,
Makes you look bad in order to pertain,
Where they shook for prosperity on the right lane...
Stop manifesting how one should keep the proud mane,
For a bleeding heart will bleed you to faint...
Like a bird singing in the rain,
It's not OK living with pain...