You'Re The Heaven That I Adore Poem by Antonio Liao

made of a little dust, breathe infinitely
of eternal life, blown by ages and bloom
like frozen snow of romantic love, settle
in every womb, the sweetest fruit creation
have ever seen

here comes the sole propriety of the world,
whose smile puzzle every wings to fly for
nothing than single droplets of tears
can’t stop the moment to shine the window
of the sky

you’re neither the angel I adore nor the wind
that I surf, yet your presence comes, like
lightning that hold my greatest journey to
survive

oh! heaven lead me to rest for that day come
to close my sight...