Wei Kiat's Blog

In the boring path of life,
A flat plain bed of everlasting rift,
There comes a hump that bumps and thumps,
and sparks of love sparkles into my eyes.

The virgin emotions of the hearts,
Consummates and give life,
To a whole new bond,
That Jove cannot untie.

The dead knot of love has never been more alive,
As I glance at my darling,
With my hand in her's,
And calls to her quietly, "I love you.."