"Papers are waiting let me go ink " |
My beloved, thee know not;
how much i love thee so...
Long time ago when i knew you not,
life for me was much austere...
When you can't utter the words,
yet your intentions are seen by your deeds...
Out in the dark of the night seated,
birds chirping seranading the peaceful night...
How soon we forget,
the promises we swore...
Yesternight I couldn't sleep
I kept thinking about how...
You know I'm not the Rolex type of Romeo,
I'm the hapless romantic one...
When we flee from
hurts that hurts ours hearts...
In God's own calendar,
...years are days...
The ones that will come after you
will always ask me the same question...
It's hard to love as deep the second time |
Poets are the magicians you believe exists in the world |
The heart feeds on love never on beauty . |