LOVE SONG

I love him and love him more than my life,
But is it right to express when love speaks through eyes,
I wanted to tell him that he is the one in my heart,
Love is no cancer, but it is silent injury that hurts
If only he believe what I believe,
If only he sees what I behold,
If only he dreams what I dreamt,
If only he loves me and is able to express.

Warriors and knights find their spirits low in dungeon,
They feel thorns to say, they who fought devils and dragons.
Love is no flood or drought nor its hunger or thirst.
I thought of oceans of words to say,
But when he was near,
I snail to find a drop of word to express
Pink papers and red ink can be my twig to love,
Flowers and cards can be my manna to live.
All is well that ends well, and end seems disaster,
But is it only on my shoulders to sing the ode of love.

With this lost strength I lay my heart for his arrival,
The foggy and cirrus of existence depends on his survival.
He came, and room lit with aroma and joy,
He took my hands in his,
And deliver much-awaited cure of life.
“If only you believe what I believe,
If only you see what I behold,
If only you dreamt what I dreamt,
If only you can love me, like I love you.”
The very moment the burden on my heart vanished,
My spirits were jovial and song was like Perry,
I wonder it took us so long to confess,
Its right to express though love speaks through eyes.

Keshie