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.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
|| tragedy.. ||
it happened...
.eye for an eye.
I loved you, and i loved you most. I made my choice, but you would not make yours. In some heartbreak, forgiven but not forgotten, As what is lost no change of heart restores. I love you still, and keep thinking of you With the bitterness of betray, no words describe a poisonous decay. This, too, will pass, I know, and time renew The innocence one needs to love, and yet . . . You were my once, never the last, I solemnly pray for happiness untouched by any past. Whatever love comes next, comes with the stain Of knowing well the strength of this love will be tested. My love! I hope you realise you have to prove and to be Ripe for the love you could have had from me.