– because after
all these trials
you shall bloom like
the shade of the moonlight
and tear no more
like rains of sorrow

living in the progress
that we have created
has been so beautiful
that i'd believe in more
chances of firsts
and of fluctuations
with no one else
but with you only

a reflection of you
sparkles silently
through a vivid flare

and the highlights
of your locks
stay very tantamount

to the rays that say hello
within this memory
that they call a photograph

just look at all these details
intricate and beautiful
just like you

Look at those stars;
how they scintillate.
How they fill up the night,
and adhere in harmony.

With all of those lights,
and with all of those
colors and galaxies
in her eyes,

I wonder, endlessly:
At this very moment of us,
lying down with our
hands lightly intertwined;

thinking and hoping,
without weeping from
that old painful sorrow,
if it is you.

But there, there you go:
Looking back at me;
keeping time still
with those dazzling eyes.

I felt free, a different feel.
I felt the love, a ravishing spark.
And I felt the happiness,
an unmeasurable rarity.

Then I looked back at those stars,
and they made me really believe,
that amidst all of the spectaculars,
I was given the best one.