Darling,
ever be the lover that you long for,
doing as you would the other do.
each day each second i still love you,
seeding what that makes one - out of two.
such love of being is the canopy,
under which all things above all shall wedded be.
The sacrifice of time and strength,
of preference and good of deeds,
and of help, but love? may calm
the winds and storm that roil the restless sea.
Everything one does, like dust,
transforms be the light in which we all live.
But happiness, my Dear, is not a gift,
It is within one's power to give.
One can only love, and be
A witness to the life that each,
at last must live alone, for
Well or ill beyond a Lover's reach.
Diena, i hope there still is the light,
in which u brought in not faded but gone.
I still do pray for us.
Cos i still do fucking Love you.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
|| diena's 1st entry ||
hey... it's diena here writing... we're sharing da blog so... here's my ranting...
this week is da first week ever since da laz dae of my sec sch dae tt im so bz... da dance explosion (a dance competition) will b held tis sat... n da 'crew' r bz rushin wit our laz min preparation. and as 4 me, i've got to juggle with this, da project meetings n tests... yeah... the tests r cumin already... sux!
didn't turn up 4 skul todae coz dun feel lyk doin so... told my classmate tt i was sick... sowie yushu... had dance prac all da wae at innova jc - i live in d east side! - from 7 to 9. onli 2hrs... curse the journey to n fro... they're exhaustin!
well nw im bck... shagged! n nw tt ol' mama callin'... toodles 4 nw!