well, just a poem to share.enjoy!

in the boundless ocean of people
i will never dismiss
the miracle of meeting you:
inexplicable lives, previous and present
and the love, preordained.

all that, blossom may not fruite,
all that loves may not find a final resting place,
but, always
painstakingly, i pray
that you, my dearest,
who are pressed for time will come,
neither too late,
nor too early
to our rendezous.