The same girl who could love you with her eyes closed,
chooses to see you.
Even the parts you don't like
or even the parts you can't see.

The same boy who loves you with his eyes,
doesn't see all of you.
Misses the parts of you that you think shine,
and the parts you know everyone else can see.

The same couple who love differently,
love the same,
if only you look close enough.

It was the eyes for her,
and the hands for him.
It was the love and affection for him,
and the words for her.
It was how he looked at her,
and how she looked at him.
If all it took was a look,
why were their eyes closed?

Love me with your words

With
    rhythm
      in
        your
          rhyme

Sample me in your poetry

Take your heart out of your chest and give it to me, serve it on a page

Sign it with your name

Speak to me so I can understand

Love me with ink on your hands

We are the same creature
With language gap
Of expressing
What do we feel
I’m whispering words to his ear
While he’s doing things
That I can't hear

He's cold as winter
While I'm coming
As fast as spring
That chase winter away

He's as smooth as a calm sea
While I'm the tempest
That crippled the wave
In sailor's night

However,
We are giving
Each one of us
A part of ourself
That's fragile
Easily broken
Foolishly hoping
No damage will be taken

So many differences between us
And there will be obstacles ahead of us
I took a chance
Without any second glance
To believe
For what we had
What shared
Were real

So then
When the honeymoon phase
Is driving away
Our true colour start to ablaze
Every single day
Deep down there
We still have a reason to stay

i.     He calls me sunshine.
ii.    He hypes up my pictures.
iii.   He reaches me every day.
iv.   He tries to speak in my favourite language.
v.    He absolutely knows how to flatter me with love.
vi.   He spams me with morning and night wishes.
vii.  He still makes time for me out of his packed schedule.

Best of all, he is **** serious with his life vision with me.

— seven things I thought they wouldn’t happen to the insignificant me, before you serendipitously came into my life.

My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
                                   Hmmm.

I often ask myself why I spend so much time learning another language
Why do I obsess and stress over something by my own will?
What do I have to gain, why do I want to teach and translate this foreign tongue?

Yet every night I force new words into my mind
And it makes me feel so calm and distracted
All my fears and concerns fade away as I take this information into my brain
I see nothing but beauty in every character I write so much so that I often write in the wrong alphabet
To me it's the most perfect and beautiful script
It's like riding a bike for the first time everytime I translate in my mind
The culture and language has found its way into my heart

I've fallen in love with the language like you do a person
Slowly, then all at once
Without understanding at first but slowly uncoiling the wonderful beauty before my eyes
I've found my passion and my saviour all at once
There is power in words which spawn from language
Every new term I learn makes me feel just that much stronger
Enough to feel invincible