Photo Credit: Rana Sawalha
I see your face hard, sometimes with a smirk,
sometimes so calm: Sometimes I cannot
read your mind and I wonder if You are so privilege
“would that makes you far more unkind?”
I see your face with a tear, and wonder
Was it from heartbreaks, struggle,
life’s rocky road make it harder than mine:
Sometimes I wonder, “were we born to struggle?”
break hearts? or our presence is a game at times:
sometimes I see your face without a great smile
and I wish I could touch your heart,
all the time, with great love like a gentle chime:
I see your face far in the distance, like a fog
clouded up the mountains that you and I
haven’t learn to climb:
and I dream one day, we will hold hands,
our heart—strong: We will dance to a great
song that will be yours and only mine!
Empress Journee