Hidden Connection

Do you believe that there's a hidden connection between lovers? I don't really think it makes sense but it happens quite often between me and my boy. Last week we were missing each other, so I asked my friend to make a poem about 'missing someone'. At the same time he also read a poem with the same theme and decided to send the poem to me. We laughed at ourselves for thinking of the same thing. It's kinda silly but it might be true that there's something linking you with your lover, something we call LOVE and this love works in supernatural ways that we can never understand with our mind.. lol. How does it work? I don't know.. just experience it by yourself. 

By the way, here's the poem he sent to me. I love this poem as it really describes what I'm feeling.. waiting for the one I love. If you need the explanation on this poem just click this. Enjoy reading!!!

The river-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter

Ezra Pound (1885-19720

While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead

I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.

You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,

You walked about my seat, playing with blue plumps.

And we went on living in the village of Chokan:

Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.

At fourteen I married My Lord you.

I never laughed, being bashful.

Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.

Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.

At fifteen I stopped scowling,

I desire my dust to be mingled with yours

Forever and forever and forever.

Why should I climb the look out?

At sixteen you departed

You went into far Ku-to-en, by the river of swirling eddies,

And you have been gone five months.

The monkey make sorrowful noise overhead.

You dragged your feet when you went out

By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,

Too deep to clear them away!

The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.

The paired butterflies are already yellow with August

Over the grass in the West garden;

They hurt me. I grow older.

If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,

Please let me know beforehand,

And I will come out to meet you

                                As far as Cho-fu-Sa.

_ Rihaku (Li T’ai Po), eight century A.D.