I was born a "love child "
at least that's what I came to know...

A poet's sorrow
is missing his pen and paper...

I watch amazed
by the magical beauty...

Out in the dark of the night seated,
birds chirping seranading the peaceful night...

When you can't utter the words,
yet your intentions are seen by your deeds...

Running,to nowhere,to somewhere,
sweat dripping,panting...

Do you sometimes have
that sickening...

How soon we forget,
the promises we swore...

When we flee from
hurts that hurts ours hearts...

It was not at all in my expectations,
but I couldn't help but show my admirations...

Come,
free me of these memories...

I painted a colorful picture of you,
and of our envied love...