Joy, what will you do if there is a heaven?
Love it like a son.
And what will happen if I am not there?
Then the family will be broken.

And what are we?
Going to die.
When?
When we will.

So who should we be?
Heaven.
So who is our father?
**My love, I would have no other, but you.

Loved you like sunshine loves earth as it spins,
touched you as softly as shades feel your skin,
kissed you as much as seabirds grace the sea,
talked with you easier than the closest twins,
viewed you as a desert sees water beads,  
needed you as much as trees do their leaves,  
held you with care, as a nest keeps its egg,  
hugged you a lot, like a fruit does its seeds,  
thought of you as highly as sky can be,    
trusted you like birds have faith on the wind,
waited for you like gardens long for spring,  
yet you turned me into old memory.

She loves how I act,
                                   But I don't see why.
She loves how I talk,
                                    But I hate it.
She loves how I think,
                                     But I don't get it.
She loves how I look,
                                     But I never saw it.

She loves, and I will never see,
Being all in love, and yet so unworthy...