Nor Eden on the Earth
I need no words, but deeds
No oaths under the stars in drunken ecstasy
Nor verses of love and dreams
I need the real, not empty hopes of eternity
The one who will love
A soul of me
A heart of me
But not a dream
Drawn deep in mind
I need someone to love
The whole me
With all divine and sin
All real me
Without a made-up dream
A man of strong will and kind
Painting my smile
With one deep look
The one who will dry a bitter tear in eye
With a deep true heart
Who will heal me now
One silent move
One gentle touch
For happiness I need not much
The one who draws my morn with sun
The one who sees the same dreamtime
Who gives no promises that’re never done
Who can tell the truth from lies
I wish to be the real one
Too tired of being a dream so high
I wish to be the real one
For the one who will love me for but my heart
I’m not a dream, not saint, not an innocent soul
But real, imperfect, far from divine
Need no fame, no treasure, no gold
But for being purely loved I’d give all love of mine
Linlin's Poetry 