Love is beautiful
Love is warm
Love is happy
But love is sometimes
lonely, sad and aching.

“Who are you that fills
up my heart, even though I am
sitting silently, even though
I lock the door of my heart.”

On a windy day,
I’m flying a love kite
for you.

Open the door, dear,
and come out
and look up at the flag
dancing in the clear sky.

I give thanks to James, Joseph,
Linda, and John for translating
this book. I also give thanks to
______ for writing a review for
my book, and Lim Jong-Deh for
publishing it. To celebrate
my wife’s 60th birthday, I organized
this book with pleasure.

North San Diego, Fallbrook.
Eden Rose Farm,October 7 , 2005
Yong Chin Chong