To my Valentine..
When you say nothing ,
Your echo I hear ,
It heals my burn,
I feel sad for a second ,
then smile in the second turn,
It’s you ,whose picture I see in the morning dew,
Fantasize and then run to grab it in my pocket to feel you,
Even in crowd I listen your whisper,
Sense your breath,
Recognize your smile,
Distinguish you when you sigh,
Experience your aromatic presence,
Figure out your silence,
Try to understand you without giving me preference,
It’s all because I am dedicated to you, my Valentine.