“My Jo”
Seeing that eyes bedraggled with reject,
Am guilty yet filled with ambivalence;
Hearing the deep sigh sounding so perfect,
Faultless, I think, crowded with diffidence.
If only words fly without uttering,
I’ll ground them to clinch your deserted heart;
Jo, your dazed in my heart are still shining,
I didn’t change, I’ll just finish this art.
I always recall the best times we shared,
The butterflies, songs, and love overflow;
Monsters and enigma, we both are scared,
Those are just bits of flashbacks in a row.
These spurns will never dispatch you from me,
Jo, you are engraved cause we’re meant to be.