NAPATSORN TREESAP

My favorite place does not come from the tea party 
In the great greenish hill filled with a great melody 
But it comes from your sweet pretty dimple
In that sweet— simple smile 

My favorite warmth does not come from a great Summer
And not come from a great sweater in Winter 
But it comes from your comfortable cuddle 
In that valuable arms

My satisfaction does not occur only the time we‘re both laughing 
But it’s also the time when we’re both crying 
But we’re still holding hands with each other 
Walking through the darkest Winter into the brightest— Summer

I’ll love you through the hell of a rainstorm
I’ll love you through the deepness of the ocean
I’ll love you through the coldness of the midnight rain
And love you though the age of time

© 2022 Napatsorn Treesap
Photo Credit: Athipath Lainok