I walked through heaven
And I walked through hell
To find you.
Dreams say: eleven
Different names misspelled
Shall guide you.
And every Friday
Someone will come to
Remind you
How rough a pathway
Lead me here, to be
Beside you.
It seems that verses
Which I’ve written - all
Implied you.
Wish your heart nurses
Love, it roots and grows
Inside you
Or none of rings will
Ever be enough
To bind you.
Don’t want to feel
How life is tough
Behind you.