Is it passion, is it fate?
or an obsession that wont abate?
Life fulfilled with a thorny tree
Would we impale self to the thorn sharpest?
Always your sweet fragrant
brings me a moment of peace,
pursuing inner cultivation,
delicated, self contained, and sweet.
I think I started loving your feet
From that moment you stepped in the train that I was in
Your feet made a step for a journey of thousand miles to begin
Sometimes we dont really know the destination we come with our own walk....
Here I am alone again
in the middle night
hearing tons of thoughts
yet come with no sense
The winter's cold still lingered within
But the sunlight's soon shining brightly
What's there with your eyes restrained?
To go on to love or not to love?