at the night seems long, wondering <br />mind calls for a solitude, where the heart <br />felt the emptiness of the soul <br /> <br />each birth calls every memory to live <br />and begin the unending journey of the heart <br />where each moment lives what the immortality <br />of destiny calls <br /> <br />dare not to face the bright moonlight shadow <br />of where it started to grow and bloom, the <br />innocent child flourish in thy love abode in <br />the mother’s womb of thy father's lap <br /> <br />hold on to the sweat that goes, for labor stand <br />in the kittle pot amidst the burning sun of the <br />skin makes it fun, happy as it could be in the <br />lingering hand as the children grown <br /> <br />now the day has ended, as sun has shown the <br />reflected wrinkles in the moonlight face of the <br />beautiful Maria in the homeless dress as the <br />party goes, late comes near in the ageless <br />bacon of love <br /> <br />solemnly it face the beauty that exist in the past <br />as it request the best that our naked eyes had <br />profess, thank you that you came in my light you <br />bring the moonlight night a sky as so bright <br />for you are the sun shine of my life <br /> <br />you are a wife who came and live my life so bright <br />till you will be my wife through out eternity<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wife-2/
