How can these little lines and curves,
like families, with spaces and intimacies,
conceive meaning and wonder in my mind.
How always someone steels the Sun
when I needed to lie-down.
And bring him back just however,
when I knew that love is a tearjerker.
How is she living and loving with such ease?
Tides lather in the shallow,
while the Ocean lay in peace.
How an extra half inch on her lips
is a mirage of my eternal happiness?
How can I dream indelibly when I die?
when there will be none on my bedside
to share and cuddle with.