Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king, for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet.
I just felt that I am in over the moon
Without thinking whether I am happy
Yet when the pressure begin to come up
I am thinking more than feel it!
Once in a while I think maybe you’re turning Your face to another place…
Once even I thought that perhaps I never be in Your heart
Also often thinking maybe You are stuck in doing the great things,
Rather than to hear my simple and bothersome plea.
Until subsequently I think
“For what I am still thinking
if needed to overcome everything is just BELIEVES?! “
By : Sella Irene (28 January 2003) – Beautiful Words