If you want me to be meek and humble, create a world of boredom and sorrow for me. I will remain colourless and unharmed... Cooled down. And you will regret. And do you want me a spring element? Call for a rain, call for a storm. I will merge with them. I will find you, and I will give you a fiery kiss. Or maybe you always want me next to you in all colours. Smiling and crying, wounded, but strong as a ship's rope. And in an instant, from thunder and rage, turning into a delicate fragrance--- elusive and daring and dangerous, and yours...But often as a stranger. If you want me, you have to be strong. The strongest of all men. May I hide in your hands, to be a woman, and a mother... and of course a child! In your days, to make them colourful, sometimes grey, forgive me for my mistakes. With me you will hardly reach Heaven... But please don't stop walking, right or wrong!
