May be I should keep waiting for the sparks that you hold in your eyes, It hits so sagaciously right into my subtle core waiting for you to reconcile my fragmented parts, May be I should keep writing that all the phrases are seeking the bliss you had in your breathe, It has the power of magnanimous endearment knotting each of us heartβs. May be I should keep gazing at the innumerable sparks on the spooky sky, It has the same power as your presence does to me during dealing with dilemmas. May be I should just keep waiting and writing, That the words I write always yearns for you.