I'm Your Patient

I'm Your Patient
Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 31st December 2013, Tuesday, 7:28 a.m.-7:40 a.m., in my rented room, K.L., emotional and cramp...

I'm your patient,
So very ancient;
I'm your resuscitation,
I'm your patience,
I'm your clarification,
I don't know distance;
I give you my life,
I give you my all,
And all I got is a false call,
No, you treat me right;
Till I'm out of sight,
How I wished to imply,
That you're not mine,
Why do things have to be so cold?
Why can't old be gold?
Why do I tear, when you're not here?
Why do I hope for you to be near?
Is this some kind of craze?
Like I'm stuck in a maze?
Lost in your embrace?
All I hear is praise?
But I don't deserve that raise?
Where is this place?
What do I chase?
I see life amazed,
Right timing in God's grace;
Let me be the storyteller,
Let me be the retailer,
All memories stored in me,
I silently set free;
Oh, airplane bring me,
Where am I meant to be?
Dealing melancholy,
On God's land holy;
I'm your patient,
Yet you don't know I've injured.

Your Heart of Rhyme

Your Heart of Rhyme
Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 21st December 2013, Saturday, 12:32 a.m.-2:17 a.m., In Rented Room, A Special Dedication to the One Girl Simon Deeply Loves

"Give me your hand,
You don't have to stare;
This I want you to wear,
A knot of our love band."

There are many words said,
How much that we create;
I strongly believe in fate,
True feeling won't easily fade.

It was 26th August 2010,
Started as a mere friend;
Soon after it became grand,
I chose you to comprehend.

I apologize for the long distance,
Didn't it make our hearts go fonder?
Love doesn't only mean presence,
It carries sunshine, rain, and thunder.

Destinations of Malaysia to India,
My soul remained here;
It was true that I drank beer,
But I never forgot my familia.

A photo speaks a thousand words,
How many have we taken towards?
Countless like the spots on leopards,
It shows love grows though it hurts.

I admit I spent more time on me,
I admit I didn't provide security;
I admit I enjoyed the music party,
I admit I smoked yet I didn't like it.

Bibi, do you remember our outings?
First, it was you that made all happened;
I so treasure all of our precious datings,
I'm certain that to you I propose as a husband.

Let bygones be bygones,
A rose is beautiful but it has thorns;
I want to be with you every dawns;
I promise you; I carry no big horns.

Our "Q & S Forever,"
You're my Passionflower;
Also my red and purple,
I'm your Clover and maple.

Love has its own language,
Where there's a wound;
There's a bandage,
Oh, Bibi, I wanna meet you soon.

The things you've done for me,
Carving my name into your body;
Finding your own sweet berries,
I hope to write more sweet stories.

There is no anyone other,
You have my pride and time;
May our love journey go farther,
I dance in your heart of rhyme.