I am convinced.
You are the love of my life.
Why couldn’t I
be the love of yours too?

He is convinced.
I am the love of his life.
Why couldn’t he
be the love of mine?

You were convinced.
She was the love of your life.
Why couldn’t you
be the love of hers?

No reciprocation,
yet
You are still the love of my life
I am still the love of his
She is still the love of yours.

my beloved,
what do i do
if i never see you again?

what if
words exchanged
were the last ones
to be so?

what if i
were
never
able
to let go

what if i
have to
keep on
turning
in my grave

I hope these are the words that doesn’t fade,
I hope we’re building a mountain
and not yet another wave.
I hope the day
we see our reality collapse,
we can stand there and say
at least,
we made made a promise
out of a perhaps.

I hope our roots are intertwined,
not our branches or our leaves
They are, unless the future lied,
I hope the depths care for our seed.

I wish our mountain would grow
mainly from tears of joy
and rarely from tears of sorrow
I hope your smile never feel constrained
I wish your rivers would sparkle
without any glimpse of pain.

And, oh, I wish life would never invade
and I wish that nighttime never
darkened the following day
I guess you can say
I hope nothing lasts forever,
though only in certain ways.

But of course, I know
nothing makes a mountain grow
like darkness, like storms
Like rain.