Let me write a poem,
for the night of solemn.
Wherein I cannot contain all the feelings.
So I inhaled love and vomit words.

Let me write for you.
Even if words aren't enough.
No, nothing is enough,
to prove this love for you.

Let me use all the words,
all the letters in alphabet,
all the poems,
to unfold all the misery.

Let me, love.
Because maybe by this,
I begin to understand,
that you were not for me to love and to hold.