You whisper to me
from your heart.
And the poetry is made by you.
Like cloudy sky
you are often gloomy.
I scare for your passionate choice
If you are overwhelmed by me.
Do you know
I am your overseas love?
words are made threads
and our thoughts convert into ink.
We are alone..
when we walk in the night.
We are together
but not in the same shelter..
we are in love
just like in a divine trance.