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.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
|| haiz.. ||
*{ Diena_ }*
why's there hatred in people? be it to someone.something. one knows nothing is perfect. NOTHING. but yet one can never accept the way life is. it's never what you want. never the way you want it to be. but can't we compromise? it is one thing that one can always do, but never choose to. or choose not to choose. make things best out of it. is it stubborn not to do so? or trying to show some points that one think is right? but the thing is, everything has got its right and wrong. EVERYTHING. be it something good; or bad. haiz... this is the way life always is. isn't it?