My dream with enchanting blue tiger-eyes,
with silky black hair wrapping us
with echoes of memories and angel wings.

I long to sip your lips of grapes again.

My dream, we fly home on the magnificent,
silver-winged eagle,
vast continents and cold oceans passing beneath us.

The depths of all the seas and distance between galaxies
shall never separate our Souls.

Shining stars brighter than any diamonds, guide our way home,
Angels greet us from the other side of time.

Adorned in white robes,
we hold our love tightly flying home,
in the twilight bathing, in each other's warm love.

I wake to kiss,
your heart beating,
on the other side of time.

My dream come true,
our Souls my love, are home.

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My princess, you ask me, "What do I think of you?”

Princess, you are beautiful my love. 

You are stronger than any woman I have ever known.
There is no one else in this universe or an infinite number of worlds, 

that can compare to you, my sweetheart.

I write love letters to you every day telling you so.

I want to find enough courage to step on board wings of silver,

and fly home to you my dream, 

to hold you in my arms in Seoul, reciting love poetry to you is my last wish.

Looking into your eyes,
seeing Heaven,
two Angels dancing in reflections,

A glimpse of a new Seoul; a bright future ahead,
seeing us embracing love
in our world,

Love waiting to be born,
to kiss our Souls,
to hold love close to our hearts; never letting go.

I love you with all my heart, princess.
I wish fate grants us the miracle,
of you holding me in your arms in this life,
or as a mother holding her newborn child in the next.

I will love you forever,
in this world and the next,
my dear Princess Love.

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Kneeling down,
upon the cold, lonely ground,
reading love poetry to my dear Angel,

Remembering our lively days,

Feeling the fluttering breeze from
Angel wings stroking my neck,
with the rose scent of your perfume surrounding me,

Only need a single day,
to forget the loneliness,
wishing one dream would come true,

Spending one moment, with you,
to fill my empty heart,
with warmth,

With your warm breath tickling my neck,

Only need one day, walking with you,
holding your warm hands, kissing you for one last time on earth,
before saying goodbye for just a short while,

Is the one dream, I wish would come true.

My dear sweet Angel,
I miss you so much,
I love you.

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The snow falls,
covering youthful memories,
and a loving bloom,

Eleven thousand kilometers away,
shines, a thatched roof house,
surrounded by bright fields of barley,
with towers of glass rising in the distance.

Boundless waves, of a cold ocean
separates me
from my dream,

I pray to God, for a miracle,
to touch the land, I miss from
my youthful days,

To return home to you,
in the real world.
Is my hope, I mourn every day,

With spring snow melting,

To the nation of my youth,
With cherry blossoms blooming,
kneeling down upon my Seoul,

Thanking God, I'm finally home.

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With you, always in my dreams,
You and me standing, at the edge of a
bamboo forest,

Listening to the sounds of a thousand
flutes, as the wind blows softly,
singing a lullaby at sunrise,
carrying soft memories, from a distant land.

As the sun rises, I look around.
Where have you gone, my dream?
Have you gone home to where fantasies live?

A sad but beautiful place,
of snow-capped mountains
and fields of golden grain,

Where rainbows shine, all day,
And thunder sounds, all night?

A place where you dream of you and me
standing tall at the edge of a blue ocean, looking west
with ocean waves singing a loving lullaby, as the sun sets…

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Eight cups of coffee,
A long night, waiting for love to come home again...
A cold moon is looking down on a bitter Soul,
Dust bunnies are making love in the moonlight.

Always waiting, never seeing you,
Bitterly cold, lonely nights, looking for your ghost at the
bottom of every empty cup,
Painting love poems with bittersweet, coffee grounds.

Still looking back,
asking, when will you come home?
Looking at a closed door,

Should I remain here waiting, with an empty heart?

Still unable to forget you,
can't leave this place,
eyes are always searching, cannot see past my broken heart.

Or move on,

Opening, a closed door to a new life and new dreams,
filling my heart with new love, new hope,
and say goodbye to my lost love, forever...

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Spending my whole life, looking down,
with tears falling on God's acre,

Hoping flowers would grow,
never seeing roses bloom.

Never realizing,
you left this place long ago.

Until that fateful day,
God gave me the gift,
to see a short glimpse of Heaven
with you standing there with Angel wings.

Your love, waiting for me in Heaven.

Today I look up at Heaven's stars,
sharing your love with others,
through words and pictures, every day.

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