We're just three words without more, You and I

Sincerely yours,
Jeyy

Not even Juliet,
Nor even Elizabeth Bennet,
Could makest this heart sin.
It is only you,
And only you makest
This heart see one.
One that could destruct
One that could build
Only one that could summarize
All emotions to one.
Because you,
You my darling!
Is my painting Liza
Of the masterpiece,
My Joan of Arc,
In the field of battle.
And the Cleopatra
Of this heart like pyramid.

So it is shall by intent,
That my heart is at best yours.
Promised that,
Not even storm,
Not even plague,
Not even starvation
Nor death,
Could separate my life with yours.

I'm gonna give you another try
Three words to get it right
No excuses girl, you're my world

It's a bittersweet feeling to like you,
Because all I ever do is think of you.

Today's Sunday.

It is a good day.

With this warmth I can never stray

That would be the right thing to say.

'Ahh' I can see everyone's smiles so clay

On this sunny day of May.

Kids running back and forth in the bay

While teenage sat there and lay.


Oh, I can never let this go away.
I wish I could forever stay.

Thinking of you is so right
But,
Being near you seems so wrong.

"I wanna make you pancakes for breakfast.
I'll nurse you when you're gross-sick.
Will get your mess hair selfies with me.
Hug you at your back to surprise you.
Give you non-material things for your birthday.
Take a walk together with your dog while on our boards.
Watch horror movies under blanket on a carpet.
Rooftop date with just a radio.
Play pocky game and lose to you.
Offer you chocolate with my mouth so you wont get your hand stained.
Take off my heels when we kiss.
Always sleep first so you'll miss me.
Visit your family by Christmas.
See the first sunrise on every New Year.
Audio message you on Facebook in saying goodnight.
Do some awkward dance moves together.
Hide under your jacket.
Pass the exams with me the better score.
Graduate in same year.
And to just make that full smile,
While we take that another mile."


I want that to be in keep,
That's the words the girl said in my sleep.

Finally this day has come.
To get another go with the sun,
A year has it been since the daylight shun.
The shadows of Mordor were almost to get me done.

What a fine day to have an adventure.
Having to save a princess as a departure.
The signs are being obvious
Birds are flying back to the Mountain,
There is no time to be in bore,
I need to hurry and reclaim back my Erebor.
I’m in wonder of what she is doing.
Probably she made plans already by now.
Or maybe she didn’t decide on going.
Thought that she might be Lonely under the Mountain.
I have to get going to save her plain,
Must get her out quickly of that fiery chain.

But wait, What’s this?
My legs are unable to move.
Why is my heart trembling with fear?
I’ve been waiting for this my entire time,
I don’t get it.
I don’t get it at all.
I’m shaking pathetically,
This is getting ridiculously annoying.
Move it! Why is my body not responding?
I can’t control my body no more
It’s totally stuck!
Is the sun causing this?
But I’m no troll to be affected by this.
I’m the Bilbo on this journey,
I’m the appointed burglar
To steal the precious Arkenstone
So what’s happening now really?
Am I scared that much
That my own body is doing what I should be doing?
If this fear is about the journey I’ll take,
The dangers I’ll encounter,
The perils I’ll meet.
That wouldn’t be a serious problem for me not to go.
But it’s different.
This doesn’t make sense.
I need to get rid of this fence.
But It’s no use,
I’m stuck in this hole in fuse.
Stuck in this Shire,
While that desolator Smaug is causing fire.

I’ve forgotten the time.
The shadows are back.
Here I am underneath the moon’s refine,
Standing still in charcoal leather black
Not resisting anymore.
I completely stood in my own accord.
Tears are spilling down my face.
I can feel in my veins the sorrow,
And thinking about it made me wonder
If I can make it til tomorrow.

Then,
So sudden it came to me in a flash
The reason why I did not move
Why I did not meet her.
It’s because a year ago I was there.
In front of her.
My precious Arkenstone Under the Mountains
The kings jewel.
The jewel that rejected my tiny hands,
That reached beyond the Middle of Earth
Just for her.
The same jewel that replaced me with a greed of a dragon.
That burned the glow of what’s inside me.

And now I remember it all.
Clear as the sky above me.
I am no Bilbo Baggins.
There is no treasure waiting for me.
No adventure as destination.
Because this,
This is just the Anniversary of my Rejection.

Away you go paper plane,
Bring my presence to her.
Wrapt in this missive is pain
In each my mile goest my sane.

Travel safe my love,
Every inside contains pathos.
Health thy wings spread free,
And let winds take you to her with glee.

I do not know your return,
Or would you ever shalt be.
If ever you return a reply,
I'll be here waiting for your paper to fly.