And then I notice the glance of your image,
Stricking that is almost unreal,
Glayse through the mist of morning,
It gives that butterfly feeling with mistirious in mind,
Who shall i name "she",
For that, there  is you,
Wating to open the fragile heart,
To say what need to be spoken.

To the one who love:

Story is like reading someone's life,
For the loving, story shall be told without void but happiness,

Story created  base upon or by,
With judgment, ,
We longing to know what lies on path of journey,
It created emotions,
With sense of knowing,

But meant to be guestion,
And that is a story to tell