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.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
|| jewel, a family is ||
still...
maybe this is my fate. this is the test for me and my family. it can't be changed. it's written to happen. all we can do is pray.
looking at my mother, i see the pain in her eyes. i feel the hurt she's trying to hide from her children. her sacrifice wasn't appreciated. her sacrifice gone to nothing. she tried so very hard to hold back the tears. but she couldn't hide it from me. i knew, i felt, and her tears began rolling down.
without a sign of remorse. was it pride or was it arrogance. making it seem like it was nothing. just a little appreciation was enough to make it better. make this misery a blessing for the family. make a woman feel she's making a difference.
from a boy, to a teenager, now an adult. i've went through this for 10 years. i realise, only us can make this stop ourselves. but when?