I'm a drop of ink in the sea of poems,
A queer one among priceless stones;
Yet you add add rhythm to my rhymes,
A constant star to my wandering lines.
My words come not close to your love,
Times you keep me on cloud nine above;
I leave my gratitude fresh as silver dew
And gift this poems as a necklace to you.
Though goodbye has to keep us apart
Poems will bring back home our hearts;
Someday, whether I find you on a hardcover
Or you rescue me from a soiled newspaper;
There we would shed a tear and wear a smile -
Far away yet too close to see each other,
So close yet too far to hear from each other.