Silhouette of love

I stand with a lit candle

in my hand.

I’m drenched in the pool of my faith.

Will you come

and pick the flowers that I laid?

I am imagining you again

with my weak heart and heavy brain.

I don’t know how to put a seal on my thought,

Even if you ruin me, I can’t afford to loathe.

Our path may criss cross.

but the point where we meet

will only take us to the land of our loss.

You ask why do I feel this way!

Now you know what I had to say.