Coming Back

When things that you were thinking back when you were still at the stage of "im-still-hurt-don't-ever-think-of-coming-back" keeps playing in your ahead a few months ago and then things suddenly turning out fine, I can't suppress this happy feeling inside me. The pain of yesterday's wounds have healed little by little but not entirely. I dont know if my bliss lies to the notion that there's someone i can call "dad" again or knowing that my mom will finally get the happiness she truly deserve. Truly when you love someone it will always restore all the anguish you've felt, no matter how much it is. We can't accept him right away at our home just like that. Things will happen little by little. And if my mom accept him, there is nothing we could do but to pave way to the happiness of our mother. I just hope that he's back because he realized what he had done and he still loves my mom. Not because he sees something that will benefit him. Im sorry if I doubted him this way but i know that i'll be more sorry if i knew i was right. God sure knows when to pick you up and gives you so much joy that you don't deserve. =)

Regrets

There were these times in my life that I asked myself, what if i have made a different decision that would produce a different outcome, and would go the other way around? I tried to live my life as it is, without any regrets, without looking back to the what if's and could have been's of my life. But there were "things" that I can't help but hate that I have drowned myself in a pool of mud that I created. Where I've hurt some people I don't intend to put into so much pain. Where I could say that If only I've been so sane enough not to put up with such mess. Maybe things really happen for a reason. To teach me something or to make me realize that what I have in my hand are the best and they were God's gift to me. I crave to taste what others have to which have done nothing but lead me to pain and vast misery. I may have lost a few that matters so much to me, but I know that I've learned my lesson well.

The hardest thing that life can offer

I've known them too long, as a couple, as partners. Whenever we attend parties, you can see them either in one corner or talking to other people. But they were there... together... with much bliss that can't be illustrated even by picasso. I am used to it. Everyone is used to it. I see them almost every month together, not once one of them attended a party without the other. And then that changed. It's been countless times that she went to our place, alone. She had a smile on her face but it's different. I began to wonder why is he not around for a number of times. I asked her twice, she said he's working overseas. I don't know why I could not believe it. But something tells me that there's something wrong. But I let it pass. I wanted to ask but I can't just do that.

Yesterday, after our usual party-till-dawn event, she approach me. She told me everything. They can't be together now for some reasons. Tears kept flowing down my eyes. I can't help it. It's as if I was there watching her in pain, but I couldnt help her. I felt her pain. I know the feeling. And i know how hard it is. But pain varies for every person no matter how she or he can carry it. She's brave. I saw those eyes full of anguish but I see God's strength. They've been together for 6 years. I never thought things like this will happen just like that. I know things happen for a reason. I know that GOD has always something better for all of us. I know everything will turn out fine. But it's never easy to carry out so much pain. I've experienced it and yet the wisdom that this pain have thought me years ago just vanished. Instead I felt the grief that I once endure. I have not given her enough strength. I just sat there silently, weeping, responding only when she needs it. But I think, none of what I said, helped her. I wanted to but I wasn't strong enough. She's even stronger than me.

Things like these aren't new to my ears. They've been there all along, making it happen, making me realize, making me feel how things are when it comes to these kinds of predicament. But when it happens to you or to the people you love and cared about, you felt the twinge of pain as much as they are feeling it. It saddens me why some people have to endure pain such as this. Why things like this happen? Why do good people have to endure such agony? I know GOD will never leave her. It is not GOD who planned these things. Done by the people who never cared at all. Done by some who for some reason was trapped with choices. I don't know what I believe in right now. I don't know if being cynic about love will make a difference. I don't know if it'll be the same if I don't love much. I'm sad even if there's a lot of things that brings me bliss every second of my life. I felt alone even if I have the people around me who do everything to make me feel loved and important. I've been locking myself up in a place where there are no friends who could hurt me. Only GOD, my family and bebikoh matters to me. But sometimes it upsets me knowing that I love and value few friends but I don't know if I have made a way to let them know that.

Its true that a friend's agony will always be a ghost in you. Afraid of what you may become when you're at her shoes, maybe? Or losing trust to the ONE who could only give you strength? Im being sad and pathetic. But this is what I feel. This is my blog anyway. It'll go away sooner or later. I know it's not suppose to be a sad day or something bec it's heart's day, but I so can't help it. For now, thanks for listening, errr, reading...

Humbled

Feel so sad at the moment...

Everyday I tried my best to find time and watch the news. I know for some people who were still missing due to tsunami, hope will always be there. I feel their pain but compare to what they were facing, it's just a diminutive of what they have experience. Every night since that tsunami started, I shed tears. The number of dead bodies increasing, the number of people wailing putting up the littlest of hope that somehow amidst of the pile of the dead bodies they would see their family. Seeing the children lifeless, who will never had the chance to see what future lies ahead of them, breaks my heart. The whole world is watching. All aches for them. All longs to help. But up to what extent? Soon, the whole world will go back to its everyday life. But the people will always face the nightmare of what they've been through. They will live their second chance of life wondering how they'll get over the past. I, myself will go back to my own. Sure, I will never forget what the December 26, 2004 tragedy have brought us. But will I still think of the survivors? Of the Children? I don't know what's my point here. Im sentimental and that's my excuse! Maybe, programming is not really my thing. Anyway, a friend of mine shared to me this wonderful piece. A bit long but worth it. Read on...

HUMBLED BY NATURE'S POWER by William Rees-Mogg of The Times
WE SHALL never know how many people have been killed by the great tsunami in the Indian Ocean. No doubt the number of identified casualties will continue to rise, but there will be many more who are missing and there will be grieving families who gradually have to give up hope

This is a human tragedy on a huge scale, caused by the action of Nature rather than Man. It is said to be the worst earthquake in 40 years. Yet in its scale, and in the mixture of damage from the earthquake itself, and that done by the sea, it is the most awe-inspiring earthquake that has happened in a lifetime. No previous earthquake I can remember, has destroyed property and killed people across a whole ocean

The earthquake itself is said to be 1,000km in length; the seabed was opened up as though by a zip fastener; this event threw up a gigantic wave three storeys high, which travelled for thousands of kilometres

One can understand what happened as a result of the stress between two continental plates, but one can hardly imagine it. The force generated must have been as great as that of a thousand nuclear bombs; no doubt that can be estimated and will be.

It is not only the level of casualties that impresses human consciousness. We are accustomed to millions being killed in major wars - even the Iran-Iraq war, of which the world took surprisingly little notice at the time, caused well over a million deaths.

Aids kills by the millions each year in Africa alone and has killed a total of tens of millions already.

When all the figures are added up, it looks as though the tsunami may have killed a few tens of thousands. The statistics in themselves are not what shock us. It is the scale and force of the event, and its geographic character. If such an earthquake happened in Europe, we would be able to trace the fault from London to Rome, or to Berlin.

If a tsunami 10m high stormed its way up the Thames, half of London would be under water.

If such an earthquake ripped through the San Andreas fault in California, it would virtually tear the state in two, and cause trillions of dollars worth of damage.

We view with awe a release of power on this scale. We know that this power is greater than that of our species - nature holds us in its hands.

We may be able to mitigate some of the consequences; in some cases we may be able to give advance warning of the threat; but we are not in control; the tsunami has demonstrated this ancient truth.

There are lessons.

First, no doubt, is that we should extend through the Indian Ocean, and other areas of risk, the scientific warning system that exists in the Pacific.

If an alert coastguard in Sumatra had observed the earthquake, he would not have known who to warn in India or Sri Lanka, although they could have had a couple of hours' warning.
In the wealthier Pacific area there is an organised warning system, which has reduced the casualties from tsunamis.

The world will no doubt give aid to the areas that have been hardest hit.

In Sri Lanka alone it is reported that a million coastal people have suffered serious material damage.

The world needs to be generous. By and large, the tragedy has fallen on poor countries and tourists, not directly on the inhabitants of the wealthiest cities of the world.

This could have happened to Tokyo, New York, Los Angeles or even London. That is one reason for the great cities to dig deep into their pockets. They have been spared.

The disaster should also impel all the nations of the world to give further thought to the needs of the environment.

As it happens, global warming seems to have had little or no connection with this event. But the tsunami did mimic some of the effects that global warming is now expected to have.

The great wave, in an hour, told the world where sea levels might be in a century, or perhaps in a couple of centuries.

If the sea rises, it will flood the coastal areas of low-lying countries. Mankind has built a fragile home for itself, with the growth of the world's population, the exploitation of natural resources, the spread of diseases from overcrowding and modern transport, the dependence on modern technologies - some of which are very vulnerable to upheaval - and the tall buildings which are open to terrorism.

That fragility is the real danger of the modern world. Even after 911, the great cities of the world have continued to build symbolic skyscrapers that are almost as vulnerable as the twin towers in New York.

The biblical story of the Tower of Babel had been the blueprint for modern cities.

The tsunami mocks this pride.

Perhaps our modern skyscrapers would withstand, as some tall hotels have withstood, the rush of the water. But our global system has an arrogance that challenges the forces of nature.

It is as though mankind had decided to tweak nature by the nose to show who is the boss. The tsunami has demonstrated that nature, and not mankind, is still the real master.

It is ironic that the poor of the earth have taken the brunt of the suffering.

If a million people have had their homes damaged or destroyed in Sri Lanka, there will be another million on the coast of India and more again in Thailand and Indonesia, perhaps in the Maldives as well.

They will get some aid, but nothing like enough to make good their probable losses. The proud have had a lesson, but at the expense of the humble people of the earth.

Nature can be a brutal moralist.

Asia grieves - Phuket Tsunami

"imagine spending your christmas holiday under the sun beside the beach, relaxing and resting and taking your time off from working your ass off the entire year. you got, let's say 2 weeks, to relax and enjoy the hot sun. you look around, some were enjoying too like you with their families. those little kids doing their best to make a sand castle. the old couple walking hand in hand, pass you by while you just lie there and relax. with a smile on your face, u promise yourself you'll do it next year. and then suddenly, you heard people screaming. then u saw big wave as high as you can imagine. you saw woman crying. it happens so fast that you never even had the chance to react..."

my heart sank as i watched the news yesterday afternoon. thousands of people were killed. thousands were missing. thousands were injured. most of them were tourists. and here i am living my normal life. in front of my computer. unable to think and work. devastation fills my entire soul. the quake that shook some countries in asia. the killer wave that obliterates the beautiful beaches. the natural disaster that claimed thousands of lives and inflict injuries to a lot of people.

and then i thought what if i was there? i've been to phuket a year ago and the more i think of the what if's the more my heart bleeds with compassion and sympathy to those people who think of nothing but to enjoy, unwary that this vacation is their last.

the entire world was shocked. the end of the year is 5 days away and to those people welcoming the new year with such anguish and pain is so sad to think about. i wish there is something that i could do. i wishi could alleviate their pain from the loss that they've faced.

imagine this happens to the entire world. imagine that it's not just the end of the year that's coming. imagine it is indeed the end of the world. i can't think of it. i am not yet ready. emotionally and spiritually ... but i know that i still have the time and chance to be ready. i'll try and do my best. i will. Some things happen the way we least expect them to happen. May we always be ready - spiritually. May GOD bless us all especially those who passed away...

On a stormy day like this...

Everyday I go to Inquirer's website to copy the latest syobis or political news, and the paper's editorial but I hardly ever read anything of it. Not if something catches my eye, then that's the only time I'll read. Well, I love to read books. I love to read anything but news. Not because I don't care what's happening around me, it's just that I feel worst reading them. All the killings, anything that show's people revenge, terrorism, corruption, all these breaks me. Anyway, I do this everyday because we got this internal online pahayagan just for the pinoys and oh yeah, Im the so-called editor-in-chief. Im thrilled of course. This is another story.

So with the little free time that I have from working and trying to survive with my everyday life overseas, I rarely read and watch the news. But Mr. A does. He's so into it. Everyday in the morning, with his usual breakfast, he watches Channelnews asia or CNN. And he's my only "connection" from the outside world. =) But last night, when he told me about the typhoon that hit the northern philippines, I tried to watch and read the news.

I was devastated. Flabbergasted. Sympathetic. And then I cried. (Oh, don't worry, I cried a lot. I always do on sad movies. Yeah, on cartoons too, one time!) My country is experiencing a great loss. A lot of homes were destroyed, more than 900 people were killed, some were still missing, all due to the flashfloods and landslides triggered by the storm Yoyong or Nanmadol. (Funny how we still managed to name a ravaging storm like this) I can't imagine how the people who managed to survived in the storm could endure this kind of tragedy in their life. And you know what's worst than this? Feeling so much sympathy and yet not being able to do anything to lessen the pain they were into. The best thing you could do is cry for them because you can't do anything much. I guess I'm just being soft. But who won't be? =(

Let's just hope and pray that these people will be ok. That, albeit it's a great loss for them, they would still remain strong. God bless them all. May peace be with the souls of the departed. My deepest sympathy.

Spectre

there's a ghost inside me
that captivates my sanity
caused me unbearable pain
every night i cried in vain

the thought of you haunts me
that someday his eyes will see
your beauty, shining like a gem
with power stronger than stem

knowing you're around scares me
lurking through his beauty
like a dementor flying so free
taking away people's ecstacy

alongside's love is pain
pain caused by too much love . . .

Naiibang kapaskuhan

Panahon na naman ng kapaskuhan. Marami sa atin excited ng umuwi. Yung iba naglilista na ng mga pagbibigyan ng regalo. Nagkukwenta ng budget for the coming christmas. May mga nagdedecorate na ng christmas tree kahit november pa lang. Meron namang excited sa preparation para sa noche buena or any upcoming parties. May nagbibilang ng inaanak, iniisip kung sino ang possible na pedeng taguan. Iba ibang klase ng preparations. Iba ibang tao. Iba ibang pagiisip kung pano ise-celebrate yung christmas in a different way every year.

Pero meron ding mga tao na tuwing pasko dumodoble ang saya. Sa onting oras na may kahalong pagindak at pagkanta, ibang ligaya na ang makikita sa kanilang mga mata. Simpleng sanwits at mumurahing juice, maliwanag pa sa sikat ng araw ang kanilang mga ngiti na di mo mamalayan, mas doble o triple pa palang saya ang nabibigay sayo. Sila sina lolo't lola. Mga taong naghahanap din ng yakap at halik sa noo kahit minsan sa isang taon lang. Mga taong nagaabang sa pintuan kada sasapit ang araw ng kapaskuhan. Kalahating araw mo'y katumbas na isang taon nilang kaligayahan sa mga nalalabing panahon nila.

Ang sarap isipin na ang pasko ay hindi lamang cinecelebrate dahil isa to sa mga okasyon na kinamulatan mo na. Minsan may nagtanong sa king tsekwa "what's gud in celebrating christmas? Is it the gift giving thing?". Napangiti ako. Hindi lang naman kasi iyon lang ang reason eh. Yung feeling ng nagbibigay ka ng saya sa kapwa mo. Yung feeling na parang lahat ng tao sa paligid mo mahal na mahal mo. Na lahat sa kanila ang nakikita mo lang kabutihan. Lagi kang nakangiti ng hindi mo namamalayan na pag may ibang nakakita sayo, kahit sabihing para kang sira, napapaganda mo din ang araw nila.

Ilang araw na lang pasko na. May mga tao mang hindi makakapiling ang mga pamilya o mahal nila sa buhay, marami namang tao sa mundo na nagiintay non. Tulad nina lolo at lola. Minsan dalawin natin sila. =)

Reverie

Im kinda feeling not so great at the moment. I regret not going to church today and Im sure no one will understand my reason.

Anyway, I just remember how my reverie was. It was so vivid that I felt like it just happened yesterday. Not clearly remembering though where I was only that I saw two little boys running from our door and hugging me. And then I saw him. Standing there. And then I woke up. With vast reasons as to how I had a dream about him with the two kidz, I wonder how and why after all these years, only then that Ive seen him in my dreams.

Or maybe, it has something to do with the card he sent two years ago. I found it yesterday while I was looking for old christmas cards. It doesn't make sense, though because I've never forgotten him eversince. I always have mixed emotions hearing his name. How would you ever forget someone who caused you so much? Most of my writings were ingeniously done bec of him. Most of the times we remember how we have lived our life through pain not through the wonderful memories that have made us a better person. Because sometimes pain make us stronger.

No matter what the reasons may be, I hope and pray that he's doing good. Especially my younger half-brothers.

A narrative of my own

if i could write a novel, it will be of my own
so other people will know of the things ive known
of how GOD works in His own mysterious ways
that only few can comprehend and see the rays

i would put the things that made me cry
of how i dealt and sometimes aim to fly
leave everything undone and run away
so anguish will get out of my way

i am not perfect and i am not strong
i give in to things that are so wrong
but GOD made me stumble from where i stand
He open my eyes to make me see where i will land

i will write not just for others to see
but a reminder that all throughout, GOD is with me
that pain and tears didnt leave me weak
fervent, standing tall, nothing but meek

Pain

Painful though experiences have been, they made us a stronger person, better able to understand the reality of life

Suffering has many dimensions, and perhaps the most common is physical pain. Everyone suffered it at some time, in varying degrees. It can be constructive: a useful warning that something is wrong or that some of our habits are unhealthy; it gives us a chance to correct things. A different kind of pain is emotional and spiritual anguish suffered by all of us when we lose a loved one. Bereavement disrupts the whole structure of our lives and throws us into chaos. It can feel similar to physical pain and indeed can cause it.

Analgesics can relieve the symptoms but cannot remove the cause.

Every relationship carries the possibility of pain: to risk loving someone is to risk the pain of losing them.

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Some people seek to escape pain through pleasure, the abuse of alcohol or drugs; some are driven to despair and suicide. Some seek solace in religion while others blame God for their troubles and reject it all. Yet the experience of pain always has some positive aspects: it can increase our compassion for others, and our understanding of what other people may be feeling, even when their experience is different from our own.
- The tears of my soul, Sokreaksa S. Himm

Reading

By reading, I learned a lot. There are millions of books scattered around the world that some made me see what life couldn't bring me, some take me to places without leaving my own crib and spending a fortune, some, like a time machine, takes me to the year where I wasn't born yet, some fill my mind with historical knowledge, some open my heart to understand other people's feelings, some made me see the unfathomable reasons to some questions that was on my mind, some awakens my soul, some made my faith stronger than before, some creates chaos, and some confuse me even more.

I, for some reason, got addicted to reading. That sometimes, the "reading time" that i have is too short when there's a lot of good books to read. I took few hours time from my sleeping time just to be able to fill up the hanging questions inside my head. Sometimes, i wish that when i reach the age of 70, i will still have my good eyesight because i know by that time, i will have all the time to read. I jot down some good quotes or phrase that i stumble upon reading, so i will remember some of it when i grow old. Because I know, whatever happens, this notebook will be my only solace.

I've read a lot of novels. I've watched a lot of movies. I love anything and everything. There is no waste of time or not-so-good kind of movie or novel to me. Because each story gives me lesson to learn, a few lines that i can adapt and relate to and some lightens up my stressful days.

I know I'm not good at writing nor convincing other people to feel what I feel. It's just that when I am enthusiastic about something, I want other people to feel it too. And I know this article doesn't mean anything to you because this talks about what I am feeling at the moment and nothing that interests you. Anyway, before you get tired of reading me, may I suggest few good titles that you could read? Well some of it are the few ones I can remember. Even if you dont have the time, one page each day will be enough. Happy reading!

01. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
02. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
03. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown
04. Timeline by Michael Crichton
05. Five People you meet in heaven by Mitch Albom
06. The Testament / The Brethren by John Grisham (or any of his book)
07. 11 Minutes by Paulo Coelho
08. Message in a bottle by Nicholas Sparks (or any of his book)
09. Can you keep a secret by Sophie Kinsella
10. To kill a mocking bird by Harper Lee
11. Cather in the rye by J.D. Salinger
12. Heavenly Man by Brother Yun
13.The Tears of my soul by Sokreaksa S. Himm

If you know any good book, please let me know...

Will you listen?

mind is preoccupied with quandaries
heart filled with love full of boundaries
to whom i would run and tell all my miseries

everyday i tried to fill the emptiness
trying hard to pick up the lost pieces
i cannot live my life with undone puzzles

soul longs for someone who could just listen
seeing me as a person in need instead of a fiend
not someone who will condemned me in the end

struggling to fight, battle is long
keeping the heart from what is wrong
fighting back the tears, sing the song

ill seek a place, where my heart can rest
where there is peace and there is no test
though im in pain, i'll do what is best

Itch

that itch that enfolds your beauty
to look at it without a stroke is a pity
sometimes i cannot hold it any longer
desire to give in, yearn for u to linger

ill be strong, i wont give up, baby dont fret
ur exquisiteness will flourish, future is set
not moving a muscle, adhere to where i stand
anticipation grows to see thy splendour grand

through the facet, i run my fingers
i close my eyes, i feel the hunger
gradually the delineation i feelshowing impression a moment could steal

*how i'll remember the work of art,the irritating itch not the hurt

Masterpiece

bearing a masterpiece is something
to some this represents an evil doing
convey a simple significance of art
people that are close to my heart

the pain i endure for years incised
symbol of great love and ecstacy lies
never it will ebb, eternally it'll remain
for thy profound meaning & beauty lies within

trembling with fear, i sit in a chair
will i endure the pain or run back to my lair
been through a lot of hurting compare to this one
in an hour, pain will subside ur beauty will reign

*for the art etched in my skin forever it will remain

I had it... finally!

Way back in high school, my first boyfriend had a tattoo one with my name on it and one with our name. He did it by himself actually, and I can say that he had inspired me or have been the sole source of my thinking that I'll have one on myself one day. But definitely not the name of a boyfriend. (Yeah we didn't end up together and I think his wife has been so jealous about it haha who wouldn't be?)

Anyway, a year later, Ive completed the concept. Still, the audacity of having it on my own skin was nowhere to be found. Until recently. Two weeks ago, I completed the design. Now it's here on my skin. I can't believe it! I've done it. Physical pain is way too far from having an emotional pain. Physical pain can heal within a month or so. Emotional pain can turn your life upside down.

I went to the parlor about 8pm. I haven't taken my dinner. And I was kinda shaky bec I knew it's really painful. I was cold actually. I'm suppose to have it near my belly button but the guy said that my design was meant for the back. He's suggesting to do a lot of changes on the design but i prefer not to. Because every inch of the design means something to me. So I had it. As the artist started the tattoo, I thought it was not that painful. It was irritating bec of the noise, though. But when he did stop for a minute, it was then that I felt the pain. I almost call my bebi (btw, he doesnt know it yet) but thought for a minute not to do so. It took us an hour to do it and I feel like it's burning my skin. I kinda feel proud about myself, though.

I created a poem before I had the tattoo... It explains the meaning of my design.
http://lairofeilrig.blogspot.com/2004/10/canvas.html
http://lairofeilrig.blogspot.com/2004/10/masterpiece.html

Canvas

each stroke of a brush
i feel my blood gush
drawing a thin line
carefully till its finegradually the image shows
depiction of life flows
treasures are neatly kept
with every single step

each side bears the waves of pain
every strike blazing like a flame
with the hands of God i stand still
helps me to endure and do not feel

engraved are letters of each gold
protect from anything as long as i can hold
with a white ink i stroke jaccr
epitomizing the purity of the heart

when the sun spread its rays and bring us light
ill prepare a day to do what will give me delight
a canvas to bear a masterpiece, a work of art
that forever will remain, be here in my heart

jaccr - my only reason for living.

Childish dream

do u realize how painful it is to care for somebody and never had the chance to show it to that person? how time is not on your side and is turning its back against you?no one is born to be a super hero. as much as i want to be on every living person that i care about, i just can't be at their side when they're in pain. i just can't. i have been assigned to take care of someone that is within my grasp and i know that is where i should focused my attention. i know that if i tried to extend my ability to what was beyond the things i can only do, it'll jst make things worst. no matter how sad i'll be for not doing anything and just sit here, i know it'll be best. sometimes the things u can't do were the ones that could make things easier and bearable. the pain that they have to endure helps them to be a better person. just as i have been. with the things ive done and the pain ive been through. without all of it, i won't know what kind of person i am now and i wont know what it is like to be hurt. like a child. to take their first step, they have to fall and they must know what could hurt them.

i guess now the only thing i need is something to cheer me up. something that could put back the rainbow in my sky. it'll be over and i wont realize it. i'll be fine. so is the person i cared so much about.

Where you'll be

to love that's so mysterious
to reasons some are oblivious
answers can't be found
meaning that are profound

feel the love, follow your heart
would it be still if it hurt
seek the remedy, cure the pain
some succeed, some are vain

cure your wounds, inflict venom to one
ur pain subsides, free to run
to someone, ur venom remains
creeping slowly through the veins

would it still be right?
to which you will fight?
the one that gives u delight
or the one that loves u inspite

sanity slowy ebbs away
renounce to this fray
silently u kneel to pray
to give you strength guide u all the way

Your love

every minute of the day
i pray fervently and say
this love i have if i may
forever it will stayu have show me great love
that i didnt deserve to have
my life is filled with rainbows
with its colorful shining rows

no matter how ur days are busy
when im in pain and sound too pushy
ur love gives me serenity
soothes my soul till eternity