To Love You
I become myself,
When I open my eyes.
Heard your voice and I took a glimpse of you Every smile stills my heart.
I wish I can say that ‘I am here.’
Someone who cares, who shares your pain.
I wish I can tell you,
‘I saw the goodness in your eyes.’
Those eyes that look at me
Eyes that mirror the night
Eyes that pierce me with a silent sorrow
Eyes that hold unspoken stories.
But to Love you is finding myself.
Because that day I’ve met you,
You claimed my heart
To bleed, to cry, and yet, TO LOVE YOU!
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