This Ain't a Love Poem

The arrow comes from the broken bow
Ain't run as a flash of ray-light
But slowly.....but deeply...

It's not a pile of water but a drop of dew on the dessert
It's not a hurricane but a sway of wind
Weak...but touching....

That's not a bunch of roses, but a fresh little torn jasmine
Small...but fragrance...

Whatever it sees, whatever it felt
It's meaningful...
As a light at the darkness...
As a dew on the dessert...
As a wind on the sweat...

Worthless but meaningful....
Cheap but priceless...

............That is my 'YOU'..............