I have looked far behind the past,
Yet I have never understood.
Why humans need to "feel"
Until one morning when my heart starts to sink,
In looking for the perfect pitch
Of hurts and happiness in a bowl,
Of salad and a little molding,
Of a dough of doubts and fears.

Like a poet I looked for it!
Yet I never found the real peace,
Until I thought I never knew,
My life is changed when He renewed,
My soul....How? I don't know.
How He did it; until she came.....

Every pieces of a broken glass,
A collection of puzzles in a flash!
A drastic forming of the clouds...
A sudden impression of doubts!
Yet she knew it,
I believe it,
Love is like a poem
I never knew it how to call.
Her love for me is enough,
And I don't have to look for....