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428 · Nov 2014
Mr. You
My first picture of memory with you,
Started with, "I don't like you".
You're too cold and silent,
As if I'm on snow with knees bent.

The next time we meet feels like I'm dancing,
Like I'm in the mood for nice talk and knowing.
Then our eyes look on each other,
Suddenly my heart beats fast and faster.

Every moment it's you I'm thinking,
It's you I've been always missing.
Every time I want to see your face,
But it's hard for me to make a gaze.

I know it's rude for me to tell the world,
That my mind in you is spinning around.
Don't you know I'm addicted,
To the scent of ecstasy you created?

The wonderful thing that a girl is dreaming,
To find the man she's long been waiting.
Hoping that one of these days,
I'll be seeing you as my sun rays.

Our beautiful God's time is perfect,
Just right in every angle and aspect.
Here I'll sit, patiently wait, and pray,
Because everything's going to be okay.

Hey, Mr. You! The one who stole my heart,
I know that this time we’ll live apart.
Remember that you and I will see each other,
On the place where nothing else to bother.

— The End —