To love is to pray

I’ve been told a lot that I’ve got a big heart and a big amount of ways to express what is actually going on inside my chest.

But it’s not always the case. When I find a bigger heart with a warmer soul, I get starstruck and frozen, unable to let out the adorations and love inside me. You’re one of the said case – oh you’re the only case.

Perhaps it has something to do with the compassion coming from you, with your pretty smile and open-to-solve-any-problem arms. It lies within your kind self and gleaming eyes of yours, making it so easy for everyone to fall. Or simply, it just lies in how effortless you voice your thoughts, and how I see a reflection of my dream in your tunes.

And so easily, I now dream of peeling oranges to share with you. I wish to do the laundry while you calculate your car tax bills and I would like to cook you a nice dinner that can cheer you up after a long day.

But nothing is coming out from my mouth, and none is what I act on how I feel. It is weakening and it is frustrating.

So I decided to pray. I got on my knees to wish you love, both from yourself and others. I wish you will always dwell with kindness, both from yourself and others. I wish you realize how many souls you’ve touched just by your mere existence. I wish the moon showers you with everything good that has ever graced this earth, with all the love and softness that anyone could ever possibly muster.

I want to let you know I prayed for you but prayers aren’t something to be bragged about. Instead, I just look at you and say your name with such tenderness and a hint of yearn, in such agony and longing, hoping that God hears my prayers and the Angels send their warmth for you.

I hope life is good to you.