I never asked for
a picture of you.

All I have is the one
my eyes captured
at the first glance of you
and fixed it forever
in my heart.

That is what I carry
in my heart
all the time
anywhere I go—
and that is enough.

Life gave me
everything I needed
but took away
the one I wanted the most.

Why is it so hard to be kind?

It doesn't even cost a dime.

I was just a misspelled word
you so easily erased
from the notebook of your life.

                  
Now,
how do I ever erase you —
the most beautiful poem of my heart?

Far far away from you

in some corner of the universe

somewhere in the unknown —

is there any place

I can call home?

A place of peace and quiet,  

where happiness also lives.

When new becomes old

it loses its value.

When old becomes ancient

it becomes priceless.