Begin Poem by Annisa Mustofa

Hath I ever dreamed of a love
One that is so true, so right
With the sign of a white dove
One that is so gracious, so bright

Twas then in the middle of April
He broke swiftly into my heart
So abrupt in the sense of clutter
He reached me like a dart

The boy said he hath long sought
Of a true love he had missed
The one he hath not brought
The one he wished he could kiss

'I saw thee and I met thee
I knew thee and I felt thee
I felt something bloomed in me
I thought it was impossible be

They say it is obnoxious
To wait for a sere flower
To make it bloom tireless
To bring back the beauty of 10 moons'

My dear, thine is not whitered
It hasn't even bloomed before
No, it has not blackened
I shall tell what it bore

The beauty was always inside thee
Waiting for thine heart to arise
Waiting for the moment to bloom
And when it does, it's eternal

'Then it's THE BEGINNING
A true enlightment of my path
The course of true love
It only leads to thee, my love'

My sweet, have you not seen it?
This red thread that tied us
I love thee now, I love thee will
I love thee more and never less