I love to kiss the avenue of my youth, I <br />love to touch those beautiful flower that <br />floats in the pond, I do love to hug my <br />childhood memories, though I know <br />Aim old as new born baby in the <br />mother's womb <br /> <br />I love to walk in the rainbow islets, I love <br />to hold those alluring clouds touching my <br />face; in a day of my sweet memories and <br />as I'll take laid my rest, my love tells me <br />the same, the heyday wants me to <br />stay, in a moment of a day <br /> <br />I love to know more than you do, I love to <br />conquer of what is yesterday, though the <br />time is not yet for me to go, to you my pen <br />I leave the very precious life I bring, take <br />me with you, in the happy day tell today <br />and yesterday <br /> <br />as my only friend I know in the bedside <br />you always be true, leaving with me no pain, <br />touching my sorrow and gain, until I close <br />my eyes where in the corner you ink, the <br />life of you and me has drink <br /> <br />now, where do I begin to think........<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-dream-where-do-i-begin/
