when did it start? how did it happen? why at such situation? where did it come from, and where it would go to?who are you...?

day by day, this heart is pierced with the thought of such beauty, fearing how would such a lovely flower fit into this humble and dirty clay vase?

no, this is not the vase, at least not the right one. days, months, years ahead, you shall be received by a vase significantly more precious, than this old vase

i love you, and the best way to do that, is not to let you know that...i love you.

[submitted 11/05/03]