Lying flat upon the dew filled grass
In a moonless night,
I gaze at the innumerable silent stars overhead
At our complicated connection.
The world is more than enough.
Pretty faces and charming smiles,
Fluttering like lovely fairies everywhere;
Outshining in every facet that God has bequest
Upon his beautiful creation called woman.
Then why me?
I am no princess!
Ordinary features, conventional attitude.
Quick tempered as always,
Sometimes coy and detached.
Yet nothing extraordinary.
So why me?
Wish I could read your mind!
But I dare not ask you
Lest everything between us should cease to exist.
As the faint glimmers of light break through the blackness,
I try to find answers myself
With the hope that someday I will know.