Have you ever thought me?
‏The adversity of my life.

‏For my curiosity, ‏my love, ‏and my sacrifices
Does that ever mattered to you?

‏The wounded soul of my body.
‏Cuts and scraps of strikes,

The irony smile of my face.
‏The thunder of wounding clouds in my heart,

‏How could I feel and react to these?
‏Have you ever thought about me?

‏My Love is coordinated and triangulated,
–Expectations, ‏Trust, ‏respect and worth,

‏A cycle of hope continues,
‏The rise of sun welcomed,

‏The glory of...