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I wonder who teaches life to all the beautiful things around me.
Who teaches the birds to sing so beautifully?
Who tells the wind where to go?
And who nurtures the trees and feeds the birds?
Who invents the many fragrances, shapes and colors of the flowers?
And who paints the sky?
Who makes the stars shine so bright and lets the moon be the leader of the night?
Who safeguards the mysteries of the deep seas and heaven?
And, who unveils our strength in the face of our nemesis?
Who sees the hunger of the innocent and loves the heart-broken?
Who watches over us and assures that we're home?
Do you ever wonder?
It's a poem about the wonderful works of the Creator.
So I may have to give you up.
I will give you up
Unless you tell me how you want to be with me.

If lovers need not be together to love each other then Together transformed into truth and luck
And I would give you up
Perhaps say, do not ever take him away.

My love, I want to say (Can I say) don't roam so far away from me
A moment without you is a year to drag aching shoulders with long fingernails
A sleepy guest unwelcomed after midnight, that is your goodbye.

Because, you are part of the forgotten voyages made of strawberry seas and orange trees
But I have to give you up like how trees give freely our breathing.

What was given, returns and arrives in your speak drifting, steps gliding, search farwinding, slow stroll, such is your gaze.
The way you have lingered is mine, how you looked at me is also mine.
Tears you gave me are diamonds that fell lost deep under the earth nobody else knows where to find.

Time for you to seek a love like mine, the seeking of an adventure.
An old fashioned romance historian love
Rivalling of an old century over the millenium.
Only you (in this moment) know my contribution to this world that which is only you.
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo

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