the 1st visitor


just like opening a window for fresh air,

you made me to open my mind without fear.

...you are my first visitor who found me

in the secret garden.

a recipe of happiness


a flat tire and a rainy afternoon

a boring movie and a slice of cold pizza

an over slept morning

and a spoiled orange juice

a past due phone bill

and a nosy noisy neighbor...


days go by with or without goodies

if I'm with you,

I get a power to turn all things into

a recipe of happiness.

love you

+ you


1 + 1 = 2

you + me = 3

a carrot + your kiss = vitamin alpha

dreams - you = trials

you + coffee = cool

you + beer = hot!

you + ice cream = warm

water color + love = art

Sunday Morning

a September breeze tickles my cheek,
the morning sun pours in through the window
you slip out of the bed for coffee;
I pretend to sleep on,
waiting for you to wake me up in your way.

a tranquil Sunday morning wasn't
on my wish list though...

I breathe deeply in the white cotton sheet,
stretching my whole body out to absorb
the lingering warmth of your body.

with you.