His words, darker than the ink
from his heart to the nib
but the world thought they're empty
like the scattered shells on the shore.
Don't love him; not until
you reached the ocean floor
where shells give birth to pearls --
his hidden garden of treasures.
Dive beneath, deeper than his words
and peal the layers, one after another
until you hear the dying heartbeat --
unveil his hidden nature.
If you do, he will love you deeply;
deeper than his surfaced words.
Then, you became the one of the reasons
behind the hidden warmth beneath his words.
