I wrote this poem for someone whom felt compassion and unknown feeling, unknown because there's no certainty for what it is-- either love or just infatuation...

You are the dayspring dewdrops that fall in

the shore of my dreams;

Turns to sweet aromatic breeze i breath,

flow in my blood-streams.

With pale warmth from your eyen as cold moon

make fleet all days doom

Conquer this void chamber of emotions

where red rose may bloom.

Genuine smile melt my burdens and sorrows

from fine hymn you sings

The mere subject of my heart symphony

and lost love longings.

Heart I desire sings melody not me

you offer to someone

Your songs taste as oldest winefor your love,

my pain may won’t gone.

My heart flooded with sad love songs

where I saw fake beam

Awaken from slumberous fantasy–

you’re just a dream…