When

When my heart,

is full of love,

love to you.

I wish to make a poem,

a poem to praise you,

your beauty;

your kind heart;

your serious attitude;

your responsible behaviors;

every thing about you.

When my mind,

is full of your images,

images of you and I.

I wish to meet you now,

to tell you,

how much I miss you;

how much I love you;

how important you’re to me.

Once the love is disciplined,

the love is more lovely;

the love is sweeter;

the love lasts longer.

Once the love is shaped,

the love would stick two souls in one;

the love would stick two persons in unity;

the love would make two persons as one.

The process,

is suffering,

is torturing,

is a poison.

As the diamond after shaping;

as the gold after melting;

the love will be treasured;

the love will last forever.

May our love,

likes the seed of the apples,

turns into an apple tree,

one day.

May our love,

likes the moon to the Earth,

that last forever.

Before the arrival of the day,

I wish you’re happy,

every day;

I wish you’re blessed,

every day.

p/s:

Sometimes, her smiles keep appearing in my mind. The worst part is, I love to see the smiles of hers.