– Jaihoon

It is a treasure won
Like it leisure none

It makes you a king
A crown it is – your ring

Life has no meaning
If for it have you no yearning

It separates you from the animal
It raises you more than the angel

It steals your sleep at night
But your eyes care not a bit

You are no longer with time
You follow a different rhyme

Hunger and you become friends
Consumed are you in her thoughts

All your habits change
Your senses in another range

It is the source of your pride
On its waves you enjoy the ride

Is it not called
What cannot be told

Is it not called
Which cannot be sold

Is it not called
The same by young or old

Is it not called
Love is, what it’s called

July 27 2010