What is the force that makes us drop the lines?
Why can't my mind suppress it in conception,
Expecting that a Friend shall break the binds,
Leaving the soul re-suffer all the tension?

The deepest dreams and inmost aspirations
Can tear routine apart, bring fade to gold...
But 'pointed sting of an indifferent patience
Is like to mock at fire by staying cold.

The caring heart is crying, begging mercy
Upon the deeds, which it has never done...
Oh, do not blame me, Friend, for being so close -
Trust, my concern won't make you any harm.

But no world's problem seems to be the worst,
If 'sweet one of the heart is ever lost...

2002