Nearing 12 moons passing by my window,
the old shadow I’ve known for long,
still sleeps there quietly,
as if it’s a stray guard dog I’ve never meant to keep as a pet but I don’t dare to let it loose to then die on the streets,
within that silly superstition,
I do too believe love is still such a foreign language,
my tongue ever the stranger to the notion for that strange emotion’s declaration.
Until, I saw a new ray of light peeking from the curtains,
You, stood tall, unknowingly gleaming a new hope for me to learn, despite failing each tries.
But then, You bolted as fast as I was trying to tame the unstable, yet calmly soothing canine.
Would you help me, before it bites my wrong hands for the umpteenth time?
