I was never moved by a friend's critic
Neither when a beggar called me no spirit
Either way I barely felt anything
Even when I heard the audience clapping
A stranger's stare creeps me out
A teacher's praise makes me doubt

But when mom spoke her mind out
She told me I was heartless--

So I cried.

As delicate as the wild blooming on a mountain's peak
Yet like a rose's thorn hidden from the beauty, it ******
A word, immaculate acquaintances eagerly seek
May be an ambiguous word that the clumsy speak
"Until death do us apart" is what our vows fleet
Yet with Him, a lifetime may mean the least
As His unconditional love grants us eternal peace
Beyond the borders of this chaotic mundane realm
Where the void is dazzled with illuminating marks of His perfect creation
I shall say that forever is and will never be weak.