Today, even my words are slipping from my palms,
lost somewhere behind the white clouds floating in the blue sky...
who knows where?
Those words that I had brought out
from my heart,
I kept stitching onto the pages of love
words... of affection... of emotions
Words free from the confines of physical bondage
words... like dewdrops on soft grass
like a deer roaming freely in the forest
words like rabbits hiding in the bushes... white... detached...
all the words were mine
Words are beginning to take on your form
worldly, physical, unfamiliar...
but I am adamant
I will bring back the words that drift away
I will write the definition of love
I will create you... in the changing seasons...
in the songs of the wind...
in the music of the waterfall
I will go into the blue sky
to the floating clouds with you
I will bring those lost words
I will write down the same two and a half letters expressed for centuries... of love
this is my insistence
I wish! I could write one more letter... hate...
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
