Maybe I’m one of those who believes who you are,
The one who wants to know who you really are,
And the one who patiently waits you from afar.
I don’t know if you’re near or far,
And I don’t even know where you are,
But I hope someday I’ll be able to say “There you are!”
Some says you just came from imagination
Far from what people are living on.
Your existence that have little information,
Your home that no one have ever known,
And yourself that you’ve never shown,
Makes other people believe that you’re just an illusion.
Because of people’s wide imagination,
They create you in their mind to different illustrations.
With that, you gain so much of their attention
And you even fill a box of people’s overflowing questions.
Your true nature have bunch of conclusion
That made people undergo frustration and confusion.
There are lots of roaming stories about you
As well as rumors that are so unlike you.
Some stories says that the man you saved loves you too,
Some says you disappeared because the man did not love you.
Aside from those stories about you
Some says that to fill yourself, you lure men around you.
I think that those people just don’t know your nature
To the point that they confuse themselves from different pictures
And include you to their different features.
I may not give each of them a lecture,
But I assure you that you are my most wanted treasure.
“You are far from things they say, because you are a lovely creature”
Before this letter ends, I want to be bold.
I’ll say to you, “I want to see your world,
I want to hear your word,
And I want to be part of your world.”
To be with you may feel a little cold,
But it’ll be fine if you and your world is what I’ll hold.