I've changed black pearls of cherished then To sparkling diamonds of today, It's all arranged, I've got a plan, At such small price as love to pay. I'll sell my dreams as plain free verse
When loneliness pierces your heart like a thorn, When memories seem to replay all your past, When some contradictory feeling is born To remnants of love that was not meant to last,
I'd send you a dream in another e-mail And open my heart to attach, But it would be hard to explore and unveil, Since digits and feelings don't match. The digits of love are a changeable thing
Sometimes it's hard to welcome changes And learn the art of letting go; It's only fortune that arranges And doesn't even let me know. I need the key to solve the riddle