POET - TO A MAN CALLED BENJAMIN

Benjamin.

His name was Benjamin.
He never know how much I like about him;
He even never know how lovely he is.
He cool, like an ice in the middle of the snow.
Maybe he has his own frezeer on his self.
He can melted;
He melt everytime he entrance to his game world,
As his favourite.
Yes, he like to play there.
He like video game than me nor love.
He play like superhero,
Without knowing that he already a hero.
At least hero in my heart;
Hero for his family, 
Of course I know- he is hero for his self.
.
His name was Benjamin.
I called him as a man named 'Ben;
I always blushed when he tic tac me message.
Sometimes send me his cat picture,
It can make me smile whole of my day.
Sometimes we talk about nothing.
Just like we talk about random things.
I even don't really care whats the topic we have;
I never mind about how far the distance between us;
But he still be there.
And its still about him.
A man that I adore,
But I never to meet him eyes to eyes;
He looks stubborn engineer for me sometimes,
In the other time he was so gentle like a mother;

He is gorgeous by the way I see he let his self be what he is;
I know, He always be 'Ben that I was really know it was him..

Surabaya, Indonesia.
To a man named Benjamin Schwilling