I saw the glimpse of your smile
while reading out my love
for I, calling on your warmth
before you, falling in, another love.

Always in confuse
like spinning wheel broke its fuse--
never in amuse.

the leaves look so lively
with its birds resting sleeplessly
as I recognise the sun shines passionately
unlike my back of mind, deadly--
parting it ways from gay to blue, intensely
yet longing for no more, lovely.

I wonder where were you
since the last hey







dead,
could be.

Hold on, we are going home.

Wash all your dirts away,
paint new color to the newest you,
scrub them like 42-carat diamond into you,
and goodbye,
we're finally coming home.

look me to live
read me to know
sing me to sleep
walk me to old
poem me to death.