Dew drops up the window, they
Live with the rainbows in here.

What should a woman be?
In love with a man,
And the man who knows
only about passion,
And never about love,
and who remains a child
to his mother, and the
woman who knows love remains
The mother to its child.

Desire travels to truth,
and only that,
Questions about life,
Don't exist,
And it's never about if
You know you do better.