But whatever it is…
It does fairly.
There will be time to have,
There will be time to lose.
There will be time to say hello,
There will be time to wave a goodbye.
Nothing remains.
Though it seems unbreakable,
It will be crashed by a broken heart..
He speaks nothing,
Yet an unvoiced sight.
Plainly I sense,
Every single letter he spoke out.
He’s there when I just can’t find anyone.
And when I see a shadow approaches me,
I can bet that it is him.
I never know about him.
Yet I don’t have anything to offer.
It was too weird,
To accept that someone has slipped into my heart.
He teaches me many things,
He loves the way I am,
He guards me through my ways,
He guides me along the hard path.
He grants me too much happiness,
He comforts me with his own way,
He calms the shaking storm in my mind,
He… makes me believe that I am important.
He’s more than a friend.
Too petite for a friend.
For everything he has done for me,
I have to avow,
that no matter what I will always beside him.
Barely he doesn’t know,
That my prayer always follows his steps.
Perhaps he’ll never make out,
How much tears I’ll shed for his sorrow,
How much pride I’ll bet for his winning,
How much joy I’ll share for his happiness,
How much worry I’ll hold concern for his illness,
Though he can handle it alone.
If someday I am forgotten,
That memories can no longer keep him to remember me,
It is enough for me to know,
That he had ever placed my name on his best-friend list..
He is always be…
An angel for me.
(June 2007)
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