When Would that Be?

When Would that Be? 

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 15th March 2014, Saturday, 6:59 a.m.-7:25 a.m., laying in Tian Hui's room in Marsiling Dr, Woodlands, Singapore, and this is my next poem written here on this foreign land missing my ex-lover, Ali Vafaei Zadeh as he came back texting me after exactly two months of bidding bye via Viber messaging.

If only he knew,

That I miss him so;

It's not new,

He should already know. 

I've struggled, 

I've suffered;

I've juggled,

I've empowered.

He asked me on my bf,

I answered, "He doesn't exist,"

I asked him on his gf,

He answered, "She doesn't exist."

How beautiful a white lie is,

That it's brought us to this;

The more I think, the more I miss,

I knew somehow we could be bliss.

Yes, no, maybe, I don't know,

I'll just let the wind calmly blow;

I'll just let the cloud filled with snow,

I can still feel Cupid's love arrow.

What is it that God wants to show?

This love feeling I can never throw;

I belong to him and I let it flow,

May today be the best for tomorrow.

When would that be?

The day to meet;

A smiling greet,

Save the talk, hug me.

My head on your shoulder,

Arm in arm together;

My hand is yours to hold,

Don't wait till I'm cold.

Another two years for you,

Next week for me anew;

I came out of the dark blue,

Honestly, my love is true.

Wishing to call you honey,

Again being my man and baby;

I'm seeking no luxury and money,

I'm independent with own ability.

I love you with all my heart,

I love you with all my soul;

May we won't be apart,

However, it's out of my control.

Let's fix things together,

Take a deep breather;

Problems as light as feather,

Love not change according weather.

I shall stop here,

Your text a cheer;

I've no fear,

May all be clear,

Let's have beer,

Sing to hear;

Am I still deer?

My lion, my dear.