Wang, A Valley Of Flowers And Silence Poem by j c lan

wang ruijun....there were times i waited for u with beating heart...
ur golden hand bag has a bell..
it used 2 announce me ur arrival...
heart beat of mine and bell sound from ur bag
together formed a melody inside me which i will never forget...

me sitting next 2 u in class room...
its a conspiracy of myself with the dreams..
and its never a coincidence...

turning to my right and seeing ur face,
is the desire which burned me alive
but it is the one which i never achieved...

u walk like penguins...
ur walk has motherhood, feminity, shyness,
humbleness and more over
its like a child learning to walk...

ur hair...ur dark black hair...
explaining it by words is never possible...
comparing it 2 anything will be just a compromise...
movement of ur hair when u walk,
when u laugh, when u speak, when u turn,
is the movement of beauty...

its not that ur beauty for which i likes u...
but its for ur humbleness towards ur beauty
and for the valley of flowers and silence u carry with urself....