Hi Poem by Chan Mongol

HI
Poet Chan Mongol
July 21 of 2017


She addresses me and calls me the dearest
She upholds me and values me as the best.
It's all about her love, respect, attention
To make me feel is her great medication.

The sweet talk in her transmission
Her hard work for my body and mind reparation.
I want to wave my hand and say her "hi"
I want to say her "I will love you till I die."

To cherish the life with the aroma of a rose flower
And for the dessert man with a glass of water.
Words are not enough to thank her
In her word, it is the feeling to know each other.

It's not far and never dark as I can see the sky
She is in the horizon and I wave my hand to say, Hi.
My attachment is the hallucination and is wireless
Wireless works like the cell phone of human race.