I met her on a summer's infancy,
when she was blissfully pretty and full of melancholy,
We were both lost souls,
seeking purpose on where and when.

Suddenly she held my hand,
and gave a pensive and innocent smile,
I suddenly submit - I don't know why
but it was  feeling that felt so good,
even heaven is not enough to describe

After a long walk,
We were in a event,
they call it "Matsuri",
it was vivid and colorful, and happy,
but I ponder, "why here?",
and suddenly - I understand why:

She was sending me a sublimal message -
Life's purpose was to enjoy the vivid colors,
not to submit on earthly necessities one too many.

Finally I grab her close,
and we were inches apart,
I embraced her warmth and cried,
because once in my life - I may not find a purpose,
but I found a reason.

Thank you.

I carry a rose
A beaut among the thorns;
I carry and carry
for the love I bear dearly.

Oh my journey was painful,
through storms and droughts I go,
I care not for calamity,
I care only for my noble journey;

But alas,
The rose,
Once red, now withered brown,
the green stem now a dry lump of a stick,
and the leaves dried and flew with the wind.

But I care not,
I place it down,
I place it down from where you've rest,
Then I as well, took my rest.

And with my deed done,
I shook my head and left,
And I left the rose from where you've rest,
But I know to myself,
and to the coming times I tell,
I carry a rose,
And it was beautiful like you.

She told me not to worry.
But I worry lots.

She told me she was fine.
But
   she
      was
         not.


She told me she was alive.

BUT
                    SHE
WAS
      NOT.

Because you made my heart skip a lot,
Because you are my smile when I frowned.
Because you, Because you, Because you.




I can't get you out of my head,
Why is that you are my weakness?




Your curse has captured me;


Now I've fallen for thee.



Seize me

In goes my heart,



Here I turn the ****-



Pop!




Out goes your love,
Enveloping me with your warmth

White and Fluffy,
Cold, but embracing

The dream,
The nuisance,
The beauty




Yet, I can't find it here.



It's cold

I wanted to say this with all my heart,
But I just can't because we're miles apart;
I don't know how to make it work,
Just because I'm not ready to show.

Deep in this joyful mask of mine,
Is a picture of a woman sad and tired;
You try to capture me with all your might,
But alas, my angst implanted to this mind.

I'm sorry, I'm not there when you were lost,
I'm sorry, because I was an excuse for a girl;
I'm sorry, when I could not do nothing,
And all I did was sit and wait.

So before we depart once more,
I made you this special piece I wrote;
For I have created this with the truest of words,
I hope that you would find joy.