Love Grew Through Continents Poem by Fatima Alzhara Rafa

To have XX in your chromatid—
to be just there and wait,
grateful as a lady for your fate.

I miss that man
who came from Asia—Malaysia, Japan.
He made his promise
to keep at the end.

My face to thee remains unknown,
my voice a secret gem.
Shall I be dear in this atmosphere
before I grow wiser?
I didn't know love then.

Will thee be back before a year?
If love grew through continents,
then it deserves a chance