Love Story

I.

I once touched the sun

It didn't look very hot

Through my sunglasses

The breathtaking speed

Made me forget I was your

Random passenger

Three mirrors reflect

One, you; two, me; three, nothing;

The magic of three

Sunny veranda

I know you couldn't care less

The last warm morning

II.

Smell void in the air

Walking through the beautiful

Colors of decay

Look through the wine glass

At the flickering candle

Smile brokenhearted

Use a search engine

Google up “a wounded dream”

Check out all the hits

Bury dreams in snow

Winter will last forever

No grave is safer

III.

Creaking back and forth

Rusty gate in the desert

Dry wind blowing through

Cold dullness of dusk

Vague contours in the dim air

No daylight to save

What is poetry?

Inferior substitute

For being with you

Feel me through my words

Their trembling butterfly wings

Are my only clothes

IV.

Words make me feel good

From their letters I can build

Pieces of your name

Bringing fresh flowers

To the tombstone of my dream

Always makes me smile

New leaves are coming

Old leaves still cover the ground

How strange to see both

On a late-night train,

I'll be loving you until

Terminal station.