NOT SURE…
THAT’S THE WORD
YOU COULD CALL ME.
OR THAT’S ME RATHER.

Seeing you that night
made me asked something.
“would you accept me?”
” I’m not sure” I was…

do my eyes matched with yours?
and my nose? the lips?
everything of me? …..
and again I’m not sure

for How could I reach someone like you?
An empress! A Goddess rather..
and I….. I’m no king,
a prince neighter…

but who knows?? who says?
that “miracles does not really exist”.
no one can assure, and
no one can also say it’s not true

And so was how an “US” started.
from a deep uncertainity
and now we have clarity
that what we have is….LOVE

I’m still not sure .
for what we’ll be facing tomorrow
but this is all I know.
that this “US” we built.

DOES WORTH AN ITERNITY…