Find Me Poem by Low Li Ling Jasmine

Not a forlorn damsel but one in waiting
Silly is what they deem that is
For interminable is my descriptive
Foresee is not my forte ability
Henceforth my heart shall not rest at ease
Till we meet~

Reality a harsh mistress, as so you can see
Carry a wait of a feel of eternity
Mayhaps till beyond death to my next identity
Thou facade no longer be this

For that one moment with thee...
Who shall you be, that my heart holds to such a hilt
Brings fulfill to my heart of empty

I spoke merely of my feeling
Ask for none decipher but of empathy
Even if regarded as a reduce to stupidity
Mayhaps do so quietly~

Incomprehensive as it is,
my heart is as perplexed as im writing this.
Sighs