YOU.

 Dear I like to come to you, 

as the soft moonlight. 

Dear I like to be with you, 

as your own breath. 

Stopping the shower of my words, 

Making a dam for the field of the heart, 

You are the poetry that stops me, 

In front of this limitless love, 

Dear I like to come to you, 

as the soft moonlight. 

Dear I like to be with you, 

as your own breath. 

Humming insensitive feelings, 

playing contentious notes,

You are the harp that hurts me,

Living in the lap of my love.

Dear I like to come to you, 

as the soft moonlight. 

Dear I like to be with you, 

as your own breath. [DS]