Walking to the nearby park, I saw an oak tree. I settled down.
I drew her face on the canvas of the blue sky with an imaginary chalk.
She is the one that I seek; without her presence, I can see this life falling like a porcelain pot.
In short, I am lost.
There is a desolated space in my heart; I wish she could fill that spot.
I got no room for a second thought.
I was waiting for her nod to tie the final knot.