A Theory - 2 Poem by meitha soekotjo

I found in just couple minutes ago, my American guy is coming back.
He just appeared and said, here I am, Love, I am back!
He opened his arms for his American way of thinking, back.
Guess, he has put the Samurai's sword which was never his, to its place back.

I had his appearance, the appearance of my American guy, in silent.
No words could describe my feeling! I'd prefer to be silent.
Quiet from words, but not from good feeling, I was in gracious silent.
It was so gracious, made my heart cry out with joy, over joy of the silent.

He gave me a song, a song of how was his turbulent time.
A song that sang how great was our Savior at that time.
A song which is like a painting, with colors and drawing of that a bitter past time.
A song which me and my American man enjoy now for a couple time.

He is back, stand and embrace those all he knew and he always knows.
He is back, and love me as he used to be, as like he knows.
Well honestly, now I like better the way he loves.
What could be better than having man's love plus God's love at the same time..? Abundant loves!