Exotic, Oriental, Beauty
She has been my cup of tea !
Sweet as honey, this she be !
Times have become translucent.
Hard to feel the essence of her sent.
Sunday - taking her to a silver bird.
Across the ocean – Beijing I heard.
Five times, I have taken her to leave.
Five times, I came back to retrieve.
During five years, we still communicate.
Getting back together – not to be my fate.
She will be my last cup of tea.
She will be the last love I will see.
Like the essence of translucent time.
It is easy to see through my rhyme.
B. J. “A” 2
August
19th 2015
