UNTITLED POEM

By ~ Chinkhanmuan Samte

All I will do is this.
Because I Loved You So Much.
May be You Denied;
May Be You Accept.
Why Loving You is so Hard?
Why did you forbid your ears to me?
Yes, I can't sing sweet; even though I wish to.
People blows trumpets and rejoice.
Oh, Here without you Babe!
If I can sing; Sure, I will sing of the Stars, the Moon, the Nature, and,
Mostly the beauty of your Gifts,
Your Metamorphous slender;

In the midst of Hills, Terrains, Plains, Valleys, Seas and Occean, You will Find tent makers, Builders and Singers.
Most of them,
Sings well,
Influential and will be Good Wills. Darling if they Inspired you,
I will not mind,
Because I Am a kind who was being influenced by you on my way.
But, let me know whether you follow them,
Let me know wheather you sing the song they sung.
They, also will tell you the depth of the seas and the height of the skies.
To them; I will agree,
Because they're gonna tell you the right thing.
It is love that I speak. But,
It is distance that hindered you and me. But,
It is heart who keeps close.
It is God whom I trust, and
Give in everything in order to be me at Peace.
I'm gonna rest to Him.
Darling be Patient.

©Siamsinna leh Vakiangbu