A Precious Stone

No beautiful words, No beautiful faces,

No beautiful gifts could admire him.

Yet I am picking up some beautiful flowers to present him.

Truly he is one of his kind.

He could navigate through people's hearts through their eyes.

He is inexplainable, yet he prefers to act as an "open book" for people who desires to read him. 

But only those who observe him could understand that he doesn't even show up 10% of him to others.

I am anxious to read him. His complex nature challenges my ego to go through him. 

But my survival mode warns me of the mysterious road to his house.

Being a passenger on a train with an unknown destination, my heart beats fast.

Through the way I could see so many people who had fallen out of the train, laying pale.

My heart beats furthermore.

I collected all my willpower and managed to stay calm in my seat.

I heard people describing him as a "PRECIOUS STONE".

Not merely a stone that bangs at the slippers of passers-by.

But the one that is hidden deep inside a mountain.

That is too hard to get, yet too dear to lose.

Yes!! This adventurous journey is to adorn him on my crown.