Paint My Heart Poem by Antonio Liao

dare
me not to shout
that I love you and gently hold
my tears in every
face of the air that fall to the
sacred ground
I live

a piece
of tender touch would, hurdle
the design of loneliness
I waited for
an ageless moment of passion;
looking to mint your
lovely face in
my dream

oh! mine, capture
my wisdom and settle
in the heart
that speak of happiness that
long to see and find
the rapture of where
I fall

endless
desire have loaded your songs
in my tears, even time
waits no more in your
existence …..