Fate
I ask the clouds in the sky-
What is fate?
A withering daisy replies-
When the rain comes late.
Miles of smile
I am trekking the last mile
to see my love's smile.
Her smiles inspire
my journey through miles of mire.
I bring her a plain tile
inscribed with her beautiful smile.
My love for you, please don't inquire,
for it will never expire.