Poetry

Butterfly is full of illusion
with the moon reflecting through
our eyesight 


Love is like maze trying to find our way
back to the person who we loves
Our loves may cure our pains with forgiveness


But love never dies easily
cause no-one could realizing that
we meant to be 
 
until we about to leaving 
the hands of the person
who we cares and loves

with regrets running through our minds
realizing how much we love one an other

longing to hold on to each other embrace
with a tenderness of kiss which flashing back

with hopes and faith for the one we love
which give strength to  carry on
our laughter which make
our memoirist alive forever