By: Jaerob 12-18-07
Come my wife..
Like a flower,
Like a song,
Like a dream…
And I shall write the forgotten poems of many days you secretly left in my soul. In every line I shall scribble the many thoughts this soaring mind holds. And the music in my heart shall spread its wings to envelop the memory of our youth scattered by the winds. You alone can make a miracle in a song….
YOU ALONE, beloved, can teach me to measure the memory of a song…no one knows to what ecstasy my heart will soar. The gentleness in your smile is enough to touch the tenderness in my heart. In the secret page of my life is written a story…never to be forgotten. For all the silent records this vessel holds contain the memory of you.
For you alone can reach the silent stretches of my soul. You alone…
