6 years ago, he stole my heart...and 6 years later, he did it again. He who is always lukewarm in romanticism finally strikes again…and each time he acts simply steals my breath away.
A simple card, my favourite roses, a token of love & sprinkles of surprise…that’s all it takes to melt my little heart…for he knows what frowns my brows and curves my lips…for I know what he did is truly from his heart.
For him to write me a poem is a rocket-science project…yet what he did touches me to the core of my heart.
Simple wording simple rhythm, simple language from a simple heart; with a simple meaning and a simple gesture…that’s how he simply steals my heart again.
I love you, Kwong Fu...
A simple card, my favourite roses, a token of love & sprinkles of surprise…that’s all it takes to melt my little heart…for he knows what frowns my brows and curves my lips…for I know what he did is truly from his heart.
For him to write me a poem is a rocket-science project…yet what he did touches me to the core of my heart.
Simple wording simple rhythm, simple language from a simple heart; with a simple meaning and a simple gesture…that’s how he simply steals my heart again.
I love you, Kwong Fu...
No comments:
Post a Comment