The Last Touch - Shawn writes to Tennie

"Here, I've got something for you." I pulled out a folded paper from my jeans pocket.

"What is it?" 

"Um, well it's my grocery list."

"Um-hmm. Really?" She raised her eyebrows suggesting mild sarcasm.


"Kidding. A poem I wrote..."

Shawn from 'Never a goodbye' writes a poem for Tennie before he leaves with her memories in his heart.

And he writes:

I was amidst faux masks of expressions

Overpowering suffocation of an unknown crowd

I witnessed a glimpse of a shimmering brilliance

A mystical presence that began to astound

Flowing hair with subtle streaks of silver

Your little eyes that pierce through my soul

Those balanced lips holding a natural pout

Your golden face embellished with mole

Those swift sharp feet seems always in a rush

But quicker is your tongue that flows like a creek

Powerful persona that amazes the world

Yet a kind Tibetan heart which is utterly meek

Time has it written, it never heard you lie

And so is time so darling to you

Never known to let slip a second in vain

A rare admirable quality only seen in few

Something strange there is in you

Something beautiful that I can't explain

I may be fantasizing, day-dreaming, hallucinating?

Though, am I the one to blame?

Thoughts of you don't trouble me at all

And seldom you visit my dreams

Only because you keep me awake at nights

You're the priceless bright of my night that gleams

You could tell a tale with silent words

Feel, but you'll never express

Your heart that sings a subdued ode

A one that never blatantly frets

Never a detail can slip past your watch

Admirable is the way you observe

I wonder where your humour is forged

Your mind a thoughtful reserve

The way you suppress a smile

And the way you silently say “I care”

The way you catch me red handed

When I stupidly stare

The way you stand up for right

And yet appear harmless as dove

The eyes of compassion and solicitude

A heart filled with love

And...

Sometimes I wonder if you're an angel

fallen from heaven and hurt your butt

For they look so rounded and attractive

as if big lovely pumpkin given a perfect cut

As you smile while reading that line

I so wish to capture it while I can

Imagine what they call us if we're together

Probably, Miss. BenTen and Mr. Tan

I love the way you call me names

Love the way you pull my chains

The way you just burst out in laughter

When I “figuratively” eat your brain

I must say I am utterly lucky

that you and I met this way

and if you could grin and bear a little darkness

Forever I would love to stay

This poem had never seen light before, until now; upon special request. Thank you all for taking time to read my posts. 

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