8 years.

It was so real. We were sitting there, in a crowded room. 

The room was filled with classic 70's pop that I heard saxophone dancing in the air.   

You look as fine as the music. Mesmerizing as you always do. 

We had conversation and I was looking right into your eyes. 

We talked, we laughed and silence sometimes when it got so enchanted. 

I suppose the look of love is all over my face.

How long I had waited just to be with you. 

You're such a beautiful writer, writes yourself into a fictional art. 

Fictional enough that it only exist in a good sleep. 

Love can't be disguise, 

Delicately that it seems fragile,

Words are always not enough for expression,
LOVE 

-LiYee-