Can't you look into the deep? br Follow inspiration; br From lost love we always weep, br Without hesitation. br To memories we hold tight, br Strings attached to old leaves; br Whether this is wrong or right, br Depends on our grieves. br br Poetic words always amaze, br But is the truth in there? br Your love turns sometimes both ways: br Without a 'smooth cure'. br br Can't you look into the deep? br Even though suns don't shine. br Misery and shadows creep: br Loneliness, combine.br br Peter S.