I have a news to share —
I know it's not about us.
But it is the one for which we both still prayed.
Languages different —
But similar meaning it depicts.

It happened — unexpected,
Just like a musing gimmick.
I saw a portrait of you holding a first-cry —
You held it softly,
In a way — gracious and mature.
I am at cloud nine — I won't lie.

Togetherness — are both craving for it?
Are we both on the same page?

I will long for you —
No matter the age.

Like me, would you also like to free your heart —
Not keep it in a cage —
Or will you still hold that rage?

I'm still trying to gauge feelings of you,
Unable to determine the stage —
Is there any change of your heart?
It's breaking me, tearing me apart.

Alone, here I stand —
Waiting for your answer.
Waiting for the day we meet.