That Guy Is Me

Who walks following the flowing river,
through a thousand intersections,
through millions of blows,
through many villages.
which goes through time,
chasing my hope to you,
like a river chasing an ocean,
not broken throughout the ages.
that guy is me,
even though it's not perfect in your eyes,
although not as dashing as you say,
although not as rich as your wish.
that guy is me,
that perfectly expects you,
who is dashing after you,
who is rich in love with you.
that guy is me,
who is silent harboring longing for you,
who is afraid of losing you,
the weak to leave you.
that guy is me,
who will walk by your side.
who will stand in front of you
when danger confronts you.
who will stand behind you,
receiving pouting people at you.

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Just about me, a man who love you