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.
Friday, October 24, 2008
|| my bad.. ||
so much for i wat believed in. i now know that its not enough. i feel for wat i feel. and while it last, i didnt noe it would. and now it's broken. i grieve till no end. but why? i must ask myself. i hadnt been much there. bcos i didnt put in wat i had to. now tat she's gone, for wat i realised i should hav done better, it's too late. these are just words.
Nur Diena Binte Zakaria. You make me realise. But you are no longer here. I pray for us again.. I pray. And i pray.. Thank You, dear love.