The second poem

The second poem
After eleven days since May, 24th of 2013, he sent me again, a sweet and touch poem.
Let's see :)


"This distance is my heart's keen sorrow,
How I wish I could see you tomorrow!
I could give you all my loyalty and duty,
If only you gave me your sweetness and beauty,
I crave you not only with sinful passion,
Though I long to touch you in lover's fashion,
Tonight I wish you could find your rest,
By putting your blessed head against my chest
I would kiss your hair's silken tresses,
And stroke your sweet face with loving caresses
I would hold you, until the coming of the dawn,
Hoping fervently, to me your heart will always belong"

So now, can you see that my face become reddish?
I don't know.
Maybe I won't feel bored for everything he sent me :)
My heart beats fast at the first I read the poem.
Romantic, heart-touch, smile, shame, reddish.
That's all my expression at the time.
All become one, complete :D
How can a handsome man from overseas arranging me a surprisingly words.
Is he really want me?
Or just for fun?
What ever it is, I surrender to you My Father :)
Thank you God for making me feel happy as now I am.
I hope my dreams come true, inside my pray, I send to You my Almighty :)


rabu, 5 juni 2013