If you doubt your capability to love
and you are emotionally unsure,
perhaps I am not the one for you.
No, I am not your cure.

Know that you are about to love someone
who will not hold you liable
of helping her define her existense
for she knows in thee she is responsible.

For I am in the rescue of my own soul,
teaching my heart how to behave.
I cannot be in love and be a hero at the same time
with someone who still needs to be saved.

Because my mind is a galaxy
of wonders and uncertainties
and if you do not know your direction,
you will be lost in my infinity.

I'm an image of actions and floral words
I could be a poem in another world
They hymn when someone strums the chords

But I am no image of someone in the history
I'm a poem more likely not to rhyme
A music unlikely for the ears

I'm the three lines on the expected four-line-poem
The disappointment to the words at the end
A sound you will not recognize

I'm an art made of flaws
Made in time of burn and fire
Maybe to dust I came, to dust I'll belong

A hypocrite of my own
My thoughts betray me more than my words
A sinner who creeds at night, whole but shattered

But I am graced, making me beautifully flawed
The novel that may leave you warm yet hanging
Like how I am built with good intentions and wonders