Cavalier.

And how he wishes to be chivalrous.
Be one of a kind,
Who came by his horse.
With a matte armour as he drove.
Where all who stood nearby adrift with his charm.

But they do not know.
What is beyond their understanding.
His battles,
His tears,
His scars,
All well fought forgotten with a laugh,
Made warmly by his brethrens who held him in arms.

But nor anyone knows.
What lies in his depth.
What runs in his mind.
A woman who puts a spark in his heart.
If honesty was what she asked,
Then tear this chest,
And see it for yourself.
The world without her,
A garden without roses.
A desert without oasis.
Lays wishes and hopes.
With no knowledge of time and space.

"It's you my deare", he says.

Gone was that time.
And fade was she,
In the wave of goodbye.

"You live forever in here, my heart", he says.
But what did she replied?
A love he so deeply drown.

He'll wait for another thousand years.

For her to reply.

Asyraf Amir. 20151225.