Everything.

You are not the inches around your waist
but the curves on your hips.
You are not the age you are
but the memories you’ve lived.
You are the symphony you hum to
and the melodies you play
You are the philosophy you understand
and the thoughts you cannot fathom
You are the countries you have voyaged to
and the places you have yet to yonder
You are the wrinkles on your eyes
and the dimples on you cheeks
You are the titter, snicker, chuckle
and the tears you weep
You are the ghost of your past
and the soul of your dream
You are the fleck and the speckle of this idea
and the total, all concealed, semi precious of it
You are the passion, the endeavor, the venture
and everything luxurious that slips in between it.

By:
Ka Yin Chau