TWELVE

Are you an enchantress?

You change my world without even a move of your hand.
You make my heart beats crazily just by staying still.

Are you an enchantress?

You turn the frown on my lips into a smile just by shortly gazing at me.
You make my head spin around and elevate me to the clouds just by your mere presence.

You move me so greatly.
But you are like a stone.
Not easy to be moved.

No. Not you.
But your heart.

They say your past has shut your mouth.
Your past has turned the upward curve of your lips into a straight line.
Your past has dimmed those sparkles in your eyes.
Your past has hardened your heart.

But that is exactly what drew me to you.
I wanted to be the one to change you back.
I wanted to be the one to move your heart.

I could - and still can - move any stones, boulders, or even mountains that blocks our paths without even lifting a hand.
I can and will.

But I realize now that it takes more than just my willingness to move that heart of yours which is heavier than all those.

Unmoved.

I thought my love for you is enough. I've spoken my love for you. But you just blankly stared back at me.

Unmoved.

I've  shown my love for you. But your heart remains unmoved.

Now I realize that even my power can't move that heart of yours. Because your heart refuses to be moved.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Can you hear me knocking on the door of your heart?
Will you please let me into your heart?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Let me in and show you how much you have moved me.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Please let me in just once.
Please let me in and move that immovable heart of yours.
Let me in and show you that you worth more than your past.