Though natural recital has already composed, yet there are years for me to hear the orchestra.
Michael, I have no words for the beauty of this poem. Every word written by you in this poem is itself a miracle.
I have seen my parents, but never understand how it feels to be one.
Thanks to you, at least now I know how they have felt when for the very first time they have heard my cries.
I don't know when would that day come, but for one thing I am sure, it will be a harmonious blessing.
Michael, perfect title, and very soothing language.
I just want to see it on the front page next week.
All the best!