I meet you.

This rain I had waited for, for so long.
This joy I had hoped from birth.
What more may I ask rather than you be my eternity?
I have kissed shame in search for love.
I have praised pain trying to endure.
I have buried my worth because I have lost my confidence.
I have salivated the aroma of sour love because I thought that was the best I could ever get.
But when I met you.
I rode on a donkeys back
I wore the crown of a king.
I wore a golden amour to guard my heart that it may remain you forever.
I sang in riddles.
I had found destiny.
Suddenly
You ripped off my golden amour.
You let cold and pain into my heart.
You snatched the crown the most I could do was frown.
I am familiar with these kind of treatments.
Failling in and out of love is a job I didn't sign up for.
But this thing called love?
I'm not giving up until I meet you.