• To My Love,

    How can I tell you what I feel?
    You do not know yet what is inside me
    I want you to know I love you still
    All I can show you is what you could see
    I am a shy person who stutters with words
    What I did was wrote you a letter
    Tied it to one of the birds
    Patiently I waited for your answer
    Still no response, I longed for you
    I am glad when I passed you, you never dart
    You are my inspiration, so I do what you do
    I think of you, I feel the palpitation of my heart
    Please love, tell me what you feel
    So I could tell you I love you still




    ...I could not even remember if I received a passive one or higher than that.

    I was inspired because I belong to a classroom which do not have security or sound proof walls so *sorry I'm such a braggart* whatever I recited in front of the whole class, it can be heard on the other side of the wall where the one I admired was. *I do not remember either if I got the standing ovation while my classmates clapped after hearing my recital.* Right after I made a final draft and made a transparent red cover, my teacher *I forgot who he is; he was a substitute teacher at that time because Teacher Ann is sick that day* practically posted it on the wall outside the classroom.

    Then, after I got home, I wrote the poem at the back of my diary, thinking that one day, I will be able to use it. I guess, after I found out that there is a new contest in writing at Gaia arena, I have gotten the opportunity to submit my work once more. I hope you all judge my work; positive or negative does not matter to me as long as you will be honest with your opinions and advices.