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Tioman, 2016

I prayed for the butterflies

not to leave their chrysalis

For it appears beautiful

Each flap sings of freedom

freedom of love

freedom for love

freedom to love

With each flap,

My heart skips a beat

Everyday is another mystery

To the pain he'd bring

My thumping heart of pleasure

Butterflies of nausea

Soon become anxiety.

For when love runs out

All it leaves is the pain it brought.

That thumping heart of anxiety.

Dear One,

Protect me from loving what's yours

more than Yourself.

For I'm afraid to grieve

this infinite pain of the heart

wasting this precious tears.

Let my heart cry only for You

None but You.

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