Poem

A man with an innocent heart can write a poem,

but with a genuine heart, it can be mellifluous,

but when he had a deep emotion can tell so many stories,

And when the man in love can compose the song,

while good music can be prescription of fitful souls

I come along to see you, but I never met you,

you are everywhere, and I feel your whisper and whiff

But never do you think mine

I feel your silence, but you never see mine,

but I am waiting right here, on the lonely stool, alone by myself

As the sun goes by, my soul still believes that one day you will be on my side

I like to listen to the music to recall you in my sanity,

but it is too dim to picture that lovely smile of yours