A Written Poem

If I have the power that only God has,
I would make her soul to not grow old,
So I could appreciate her life like she appreciates mine,
Cause her heart is made of pure gold.

In the mirror I look at myself,
I wish I had the same smile,
With that she showed everyday,
Like a land filled with joined tiles.

I can never give her the best gifts,
They are all cheap and empty,
People say I am being uncaring,
Well, they are just full of uncertainty.

Even if I have a million dollar car,
She was the best treasure I’ve known,
No matter how much I care for the car,
Never can it compare to the love she had shown.

Why do I need to be independent?
Why do I need to see the world?
Learning from her the world is fair,
While in reality it is cruel.

Lucky enough to have her,
One I can call my own,
If she really look at my gestures,
She’ll know how much my love had grown.

When I told her about my sorrow,
She never looks or even stares,
Nothing can she do or even repair,
But I know how much she cares.

Glad with the forgiveness she gave me,
For every mistakes I made,
Born as a stubborn child,
No other word can be said.

This is the story told by a lover,
Telling you about a woman that breeds,
Who later on became the love,
Who cares about his deeds.




by Akmal Hanif