To My Soon to be Lover...

To my soon to be lover,


All these years I have yearned for you. Every day of my life is a wishing well, where I cast a coin in every pothole and wish you will come. Every night is an endless one where I always find myself staring for a falling star to wish for.

If you will come soon, I know my life will change. Every day and night will be spent in loving you. But I would wish to tell you that you will be loving a scorned heart. A heart full of hatred, pain, sorrow, agony and sadness. This is a tired heart that you will be loving. Tired of crying, of hating and of being unloved for so many years. This is a heart that has been to many endless battles in life and love. My heart has went to every struggle, every yearning, every ordeal.

Scarred of all of these, but, my heart keeps on beating and fighting and living for you. Because my heart knows, at some time, every wishing well or falling star will bear you. My heart knows, deep inside that you will be there, perhaps waiting too, perhaps praying for the same falling star that I am wishing at, or the same wishing well that I cam casting my coin at. I know, me and heart knows that you will come.

And, for you, my soon to be lover, I will just be waiting here too. In a place in this world where we can call our own someday. I am here, together with my yearning heart, in a stump, eager and strong against all odds. And I will not stop, even when the coins will be gone or every star has fallen, to hope for you.

I know you will come and I am here.


Yours truly,

Your soon to be lover too