Poem composed November 20, 2009
牵着你的手
轻亲你的口
碰下你的头
感觉好温柔
越来越爱…
瞧着你眼睛
明亮之星星
心里好平静
月光下约定
越来越爱…
和你在一起
日子有意义
你是我唯一
永远不分离
Friday, November 20, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
BECAUSE YOU REALLY TRULY LOVED ME...
Poem composed on November 14, 2009
Sometime in the winter season of last year
I was nestling comfortably in your embrace
Somewhere in the breezy spring of last year
Here under the cherry blossoms of this place
Between us an exchange of promises were made
That you would come for me no matter how far
And I promise not to let my feelings for you fade
Yet what is left out of our promises is a deep scar
For the whole year I was lost and heart broken
Questioning and pondering in a pool of tears
How could such promises ever be forgotten?
After what we went through all those years
Yet yesterday the real truths were revealed thus so
As a friend unfolded the happenings on your side
Taken aback in a surprise with pupils diluted wide
I finally found out that you just had to let me go…
Because you really truly loved me
Thursday, November 12, 2009
IN THE END I CHOSE TO APPRECIATE YOU
Poem composed on November 12, 2009
Each time I try to find love inside your eyes
You looked away hurriedly into your mobile
Helpless, I fell silent still as if a block of ice
Again and again you shove me to such exile
Every time I tried hard to talk things through
You retreated into your comfortable cocoon
It makes me wonder if you and I are still true
Or has the hot sun above turn into cold moon
Yet I know that’s just the very way you are
Though your eyes and mind do travel far
Yet your heart is right here in front of me
And your own self I have got to let you be
Wholeheartedly I trust my instinct for you
Sometimes about you I really have no clue
Other times the way you are makes me blue
But still in the end I chose to appreciate you
Simply because… I love you… I love you…
Each time I try to find love inside your eyes
You looked away hurriedly into your mobile
Helpless, I fell silent still as if a block of ice
Again and again you shove me to such exile
Every time I tried hard to talk things through
You retreated into your comfortable cocoon
It makes me wonder if you and I are still true
Or has the hot sun above turn into cold moon
Yet I know that’s just the very way you are
Though your eyes and mind do travel far
Yet your heart is right here in front of me
And your own self I have got to let you be
Wholeheartedly I trust my instinct for you
Sometimes about you I really have no clue
Other times the way you are makes me blue
But still in the end I chose to appreciate you
Simply because… I love you… I love you…
Friday, November 6, 2009
THE SECRET AFFAIR OF THE POET LOVERS
Poem composed on Novermber 6, 2009
She reads his poem as if a child with eyes wide aglow
He wonders what are this feelings in his heart that grow
Each time the meanings of the words unfold and flow
Each of their hearts slowly become tender and mellow
Two hearts could fly in the sky as high as sparrows
When charming pleasantries are exchanged in rows
Two hearts would bloom as beautiful as white roses
When two poets exchange their philosophical proses
By day each of them live their own lives as commoners
By night two hearts and two worlds are both conjoined
In life’s odyssey both poets have their own life partners
Yet on the grounds of words both met on the same point
Summer turns into winter in the course of changing season
And eventually warm passion turns into cold logical reason
Years later even when all their letters are long long forsaken
The memoirs of the poets’ secret affair were never forgotten
She reads his poem as if a child with eyes wide aglow
He wonders what are this feelings in his heart that grow
Each time the meanings of the words unfold and flow
Each of their hearts slowly become tender and mellow
Two hearts could fly in the sky as high as sparrows
When charming pleasantries are exchanged in rows
Two hearts would bloom as beautiful as white roses
When two poets exchange their philosophical proses
By day each of them live their own lives as commoners
By night two hearts and two worlds are both conjoined
In life’s odyssey both poets have their own life partners
Yet on the grounds of words both met on the same point
Summer turns into winter in the course of changing season
And eventually warm passion turns into cold logical reason
Years later even when all their letters are long long forsaken
The memoirs of the poets’ secret affair were never forgotten
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