September 8, 2015
Revised on September 10, 2015
He whispers the words
I long to hear
He holds my hand
With so much dear
With every step I make
He is always there
With love in his eyes
And passion to care
"I love you," he said
After he bent,
Kissed my lips
And embraced me with lit
I would heave a sigh
And wait with scarcity
Because that --- all of that
Are just imagination in reality.
