See this not as a flattery

Thou, we both know that 

But truth is I am missing 

We met, only, yesterday

You, every night and day

I spell out 




You and only you

I think of no other, as

You told me 

These words of mine 

My arts, from the heart




How to fly

To gaze the stars

Whilst I begged you 

To ask the birds

The scent of a Korean tea

I remember that night

It’s something, I’ll not forget

Walked home, from your place

Brewed, delicately, with love

To sanctify me

It was already two a. m. when I 

Nature’s own language

Guided by the sleepy moon 

I found out, we passionately speak