orangestory

I cleaned my bedroom this afternoon, and I found lots of things that I thought I have lost: the birthday card from Andrew, short stories from Gadis, etc, etc. One of the piles was the poem Steven gave me 3 years ago...

I hand it over to you
Hoping that you will accept it
Praying to God Almighty
You will be careful and protect it

I gently place it in your hands
And you curl your fingers 'round
I tell you, you now own it
In me, it cannot be found

You grasp it firmly in your hands
And gaze into my eyes
You realise this treasure
And then begin to cry

I am warmed at this and thankful
That you can really know
That this thing in your hand
Is why I love you so

A tear streaks upon your cheek
And I begin to kiss it away
You brush my hand aside
And tell me what you have to say

"I will carry this gift
In a golden case
I will never allow
Another tear to streak your face"

I look into you and you into me
I know that you do not lie
I trust in you, I gave you this
You put it away...

Well, to be honest, until now I still don't know what does it mean. LOL. What is the gift that the poem mentions? Hmmm...

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