He is jotting down some words.
Here she thinks of him,
Sitting alone in chaos!
Thinking of him bringing her some peace Making her clustered mind in lease.
Like he says, he is hard to be loved
And as hard as to love back
But once he does,
His love never lacks.
When she cries.
Asking, how can she be so weak?
But then he breaks down in her arms,
In those crestfallen summer nights!