u are a dangerous collection
of my favorite things.
an infinite heart,
a beautiful sense of art,
and also an art itself.
u are painted with all the good things,
that make ur heart seems like gold.
and it is a pleasure to meet u,
here, between billion people out there,
I find u
neither me, nor u.
so let’s just holding hand,
mine in yours, yours in mine.
from sunday to sunday,
while reading our own stories.
then we will always know that
both of us will never be alone.
sometimes, we think we don’t deserve goodness
all the morning vitamins,
a smile from a stranger,
a help when ur tire goes flat.
but don’t u know this?
we all have things we think we don’t deserve.
and i, here, every morning,
always wish u all the good things in world.