some are reluctant to meet the hope
if it's just empty hope
some are afraid to meet the taste
if the taste is not reciprocated
but wait, I am here..
trying to be brave
armed with trust
because love does not have to have a reason
a word of love is very meaningful
but pray for you in my prayers every night,
it's so much better
because it makes me feel at peace
only my God and I know

When those sweet words obsess my mind
it's swallowed by my heart
souls are already intertwined
with the rope of hopes

I smell the morning fragrant
sunlight peeking through the pine
wiggling wet dew
I wake up
rushed out of the dream
trying to realize the dream

sometimes...
a lovely poem
knitted from the voice from the heart
and the sound of silence at night