Words
Words cannot describe the longing
for the time in which I may see
your beautiful face for the first time,
but it feels like
we have known each other
for a very long time.
For whenever I see the sunrise,
I see you,
when my writing candle flickers in the wind,
I see you,
For if this life ends
before our hearts can touch,
in the next life fate and God himself
shall unite our hearts at long last.
For whenever the wind blows,
I will hear your name ___________ .
This last word has not been filled ever,
and like this blank, my life is empty as well.
