Story from My Garden

I ever felt the pain
Like knife that cut the vein,
Or perhaps, like a dog with the chain
All that I’ve done is the gain
Like the summer with the rain
No one knows what the mean of these
We talk about the case
But not like the dancer with her grace.
Life is a dice
Sometimes, it also only prejudice
Bad or good is depends on each individual
Even it prefers to the cruel.
When life is like the gale
And my face out the pale
I found her in a fairy tale
Like a princess comes out form the castle
I had to save her in the battle
Because it is about my responsible
To make this story be better
And I can guide her forever.