You inspired me of one thing.

You held me up from this strange place.

Your smile is a blossom, dew of a morning breeze.

How could I forget your warm embrace.

In a tiny snowflake lingers the presence of your tender mist.

More than words to say how much I feel for you,

Just like a radiant shadow from an evening quest.

It never perishes until dawn and when the morning comes,

It is a full life recovering dreary moments. 

You’re a day after the sunset…a glimpse of glee approaching light.

How can I forget your teary eye that describes what is deep inside.

You taught me how to carry unease gloomy life.

Still is and always was, you’re one of those wonderful creations from above.

I’m falling for you and that is true.

Even a huge and simplest word cannot squeeze out what’s in my core.

My feeling grows whenever I grasp the zeal of your sweetness. 

I cannot wait another day just to see your unflawed shades.  

Now that I have found you from a middle of nowhere.

You have come like falling snowflakes in a sunny weather.

This time I want to hold you as if no more tomorrow

and I will never let you go.

Requested by: Erwin

It’s another day after the night you went away, after hearing your words of not loving me the same way.

You have taken all of what you have from me and walked away as you seemed best for your insensitivity.

 I walked down from the stairs of sadness and as I’ve gazed the highway covered with dying leaves, a gaping sunlight in the swinging tree flowers kisses my face. Gives me back the oomph that was lost in just a second pace.

 As the sky started to gray and the pouring rain is getting heavy, I felt the coldness dripping down from the head to my knees. I’ve headed the aisles on the way home. Drenched and down, I didn’t find the essence of the day.

 My tears begun to fall as I glazed the home door. I’ve recalled the slamming sound as you walked out to that core. I can figure the vagueness of your eyes. It hurts knowing your firmness of goodbye.

As I stared at the window, clearing the mist by my hands, seeing the rain dropping thin and slow. Hoping your shadow will be glared once more, and yet the night came, telling you’re not coming home again.

 I just close my eyes remembering your presence. The memory of your love that once so sincere never had I imagine the approaching secret cry. The pain is still here keep knocking out sigh.

 Hear my cry, feel my pain and reminisce my love, my longings to deeply sense me from the night you went away. My life is never be the same without your caress. I also need to say goodbye and live for tomorrow’s hilarity.

You made me wonder what life beneath the pain is.

The unseen mask of lies and wonders of mistakes gained.

The reality beyond compare, ideal grace never meant.

It made the world worst rediscovering the modern tilt.

Pondering tomorrow’s full dispel

Of dignity in seeking truly happiness of today.

Life may sometimes be unkind, hopeless mind struggling.

Hence, one hand is not perfect to pay lasting billing.

Morning shadows left shielded with dawn dramatic tearing sage.

Far away reaching the unwounded plea of sided glare.

Verve aches live within, hiding the shame of unforgiving.

Its unsavory indemnifying water shade yields.

If existence of creation molds pale leading,

The perfect image bestowed would long heavy wielding.

Splash of mind spring embarks two hands undivided.

To live the ideal scene of life as persuaded.

Stop for awhile and think of something on what you see.
It is there you will hold the tomorrow’s glee.
Miles away for the peak and as you made a glance
Bumpy roads and heavy rains are ahead of the way.
Sealed your dreams with courage.
A long and lasting travel is becoming sage.
It’s better to be your own hero for the journey.
The past has given you persistence as your ally.
No more lonely downs, you’re getting nearer to the step arrow.
Let the sun be your guiding strength after the dark shadow.
The dawn is glaring up, look straight beyond sunset.
The world will show you the good reality you deserve.

THE LIFE I HAVE BEEN SHARED WITH SOMEONE I USED TO DREAM IS JUST A FANTACY UNFEIGNED. I USED TO THINK ABOUT IDEAL SCENE YET FAULTY TO DESCRIBE EVEN BLISS MOMENTS UNRULED COVERING THE FATE OF LIFE. HOW GOOD IS THE WORLD TO DIRECT EVERY LIVES TO UNCRUEL, FOR IT IS IN THE HANDS LAY THE REALITY OF REALM UNCONTROLLED. HOW FLUKY ARE THOSE TEARS UNREVEALED HEART UNWOUNDED AND PAINS ANTICIPATED FOR THEY MAY FIND THE RIGHT TIME TO RELEASE BY ALL PERFECT SENSE.  IF ONLY THERE’S A PERFECT WORLD NO ONE COULD EVEN SEEM ADVERSE EXPECTATION. AS LONG AS THERE’S A WAY OF LIVING THERES A PRESENCE OF PLEASANT SHELVING.  YET, THE UNINVITED CAN NEVER BE PART OF THE CELEBRE. CHIEFTEST TO MEAN DESERVE IN THE TRIAL END OF GLEE. WALKING THE DISTANCE OUT OF HEAVY RAIN OF FALL, THE IDEA OF PERFECT GRANTED NOWHERE ON HOLD.  AMIDST THE SECRET TEARS OF GRIEF CROSSING THE LINE OF A DIFFERENT WAY HAS LEFT UNREQUITED. KEEPING IN MIND LINGERS UNFORGIVEN DEEDS. UNFORGOTTEN AND UNDESIRABLE REALITY DREAMS.  WHERE ELSE THE HOPE OF PARALLEL SHADES? IT’S A MUTUAL CRITERION LEADING UNEXPECTED HEEDS. BY RELATED ARGUMENTS OF BELOVED FRIENDS, NO PLACE HAS BESTOWED IN THE THOUGHTS OF REAL TRENDS.

The beauty of life is not by walking along but by seeing the sunrise, the grace of gift.
As the sun shines brightly, the eyes glimpse the heart’s desire to lift.
The promise may not be held this time maybe of tomorrow.
The capable hands will keep the motion of life’s real show. 

Life has different angles no one is having the same fate.
The world is too complex to understand, but only one has the full context.
The mysteries and divinity surround.                                                                                                        Counting on, discover the undiscovered, this is life all about.
                                                                                                                                                                                    Creatures have its own plead the universe marks the hint through combining the best. 
Imaginations may change the world’s full tint.
Going through the overflowing air to breath, miles to reach the unending shape.
This is where we stand, going around the circle of endless tussle.                                                                                                                                                     

The cry of the helpless diamonds and luxury of imminent pearls.
The longing rain and turning despairing night to a day, the dumpy loads.
Everybody’s hope filling the holes to infallibility
The uneven transparency gleaned from the eyes of the children sailing by the sea.                                                                                                                                                      

Let life makes the most of its best to this imperfect world.
Let the innocent child knows the truth beneath the wildest cold.
Let the winter sways where shielded dreams used to stand.
Let the dying leaves fall down and a new life preserves the ancestor’s land.

Goodbye is not the end, the sun will continue to shine its own way.

The last teardrop is the launch of real reel.

You’ll see life on its way to its best deal.