A Flower In The Desert

The Mister

from A, it goes to S,

the alphabet between are far, 

it cannot attached,

it is hard to compared,

but in time I do learn,

that my gentleman,

that my very nice man,

that my man,

is far to hold,

but in time,

i put believes,

that from A, 

i hope to reach S,

that if S is the mister,

please tell me.

He is this number one dream man,

and one of a kind,

but i am not a woman,

that can fit him,

even i pray too hard,

even i changed too much,

because he is the first capital,

that i cannot to be flirt with

as my sin is mine, 

and he hold his.

He is someone that just too sweet,

in his own way that i never thought i can be attracted with,

but i think he might be him, 

even there is one or two differences,

as long my belief is the same,

that religions can bring us together

i put 75% to trust on him

but those feelings are the great emotions,

that one day i am afraid that i would regret,

or should i wait for a little time?

That God might pity on me.

For until now i keep pushing away,

the diamonds that i thought is a jade,

where i need to put my yin and yang and the forecast,

seal it tight with my hopes

and put away my doubt.

And the Mister,

i can only choose one,

for I hope you can be the one,

either you are the A, 

or you are my Mr.S,

please don't make me wait

because the last thing i would never regret to do,

is to choose between two,

until in the end,

it never be any of you.