You are mine

Saints gave you souls of growing 
Humans coined  you a shape of flesh 
The Sun made you bright and warming
The Moon decorated  you  soft and gentle 

Your movings liked the willow dancing
In the stream and on shore, they're winding,
You are waiting and you are looking 
For the lucked ones seduced to come

We deemed to meet each other  somewhere 
Within the periods of short  living time,
No matter it's  determined or just by chance 
Indeed when you are in front of me 
I saw your eyes shining of my dream.

Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2018