I love myself who
Loves you with unsent flowers
And restricted time.
What about you, Love?
Have you fallen in love, too
With me? Or never?
You love yourself who
Loves me loving you. We’ll meet
When the dream is done.
When will it be, Love?
You hold the ropes of all joints,
Awaken by you.
I wish to wake up
Before sunrise when we are
Still madly in love.
I wish you are there
Holding my hand, flying me
To next dreams with love.
Too much love will kill? It depends on how love is defined.
Why killing if it is the reason why I wake up in the morning,
…. If it is the cause that drives me to wish happiness,
…. If it is a detail that makes a picture clear,
…. If it is the air running through respiratory system,
…. If it is the blood flowing through capillary system,
…. If it is the history through which one reality lives and dies then lives then dies then lives again and again and again to meet you?
I am afraid you are not awake when I am, or you are awake when I doze off.
Can we meet in each other’s dream at least?