Young Hearts Poem by john tiong chunghoo

when the afternoon rain has ended
and the breeze turns the trees into
a riotious moment of cheer and joy

the sky's mersmerising azure blue
peeks through a child's sentimental fleece
your refreshingly desirous eyes work
a halcyon weather over a swan lake
no one except you have the privilege to dance

a realm of escape where one could
have everything without even trying
and for me that means your good self

polite, gentle and caring
pulling a curtain over the sky
to shun us from a furious glare
brings us so much closer to
your iresistible warm bosom

there, we play out emotions between
the fine space of clouds
envelope ourselves in serenity and charm
our eyes flip over the thin membrane
between desire and love

i slowly emerge out of a lake
to witness a sphere young hearts
are faint to come to terms with eye to eye