I walked to God and prayed, I want you and he asked why? I said I love you with all my heart and this life would be more beautiful with you. I waited for his answer, there was silence. I prayed again and waited for his answer but silence prevailed.
One day, he threw stone at me, quietly picking it up puzzled, I carved you out of it.
Another day, he threw colors at me, quietly picking them up, I painted you using them.
Next day, he threw bunch of words at me, quietly picking them up, composed song singing my love for you.
A day later, he threw bamboo stick at me, picking it chiseled a flute out of it. To only play tunes of love for you.
A day after, he threw nights of peace at me, I dreamt only about a beautiful life with you.
A day later, he threw bunch of questions at me, gathering them carefully prepared answers. To let him how ready I am to love you.
Other day, he threw image of your heart at me, holding it delicately, I wondered at its beauty. Only to realise how pure and true my love for you has to be.
I went and promised God of realising what having your love would mean. He blessed me with your hand.
Everytime I express my love, I wait for you to hold mine back.
