A light breeze dances over my arms
awash in sunlight's pale glow
your picture tuck the lock in my heart,
your soft,sweet voice lingering in my ears...
creating stray curl to brush my cheek,
The first feeling of pleasure traced along my soul
awakening me to the miracle of your heart,
mind and body entwined with mine.
Have you really found me?...
Or am I just dreaming?
Does true soul consuming,dream inspiring love really exist?
A love that flows unconditionally?
A love you can feel renewing you like roses on bloom?
Or is love just an illusion?
A barren emotion consisting of lost dreams
and unfound futures?
Here in the plain window
where i rest my arms,
my mind is so confused.
They say Love is more than just a word,
it should be a way of life.....
Love experienced right should never be painful.
But the kind of love im feeling right now
is the one that makes me feel im just anyone...
you are walking away from me again-
Love at this very moment is very painful.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
A Love Letter to Stewart 46
The carnation lips
creates serenading sound,
sweet hummings;
little angels songs
i hear at dawn.
Cheerubs were singing
with wings spread out,
heads up and with smiling eyes
to heaven.
I move a little to feel,
to prove if its real.
While my eyes were still close,
my ears were clapping
to a soft whispers of gentle air-
'I LOVE YOU MY LOVE'
then a kiss-
and a good morning.
The minute i open my eyes,
i saw him-the love of my life,
with a smile that could erase the word 'catastrophe'.
How fortunate I am to wake up in his arms!
To be held by him tightly,
is one of my greatest fantasies.
I wonder what's behind his stares,
his laugh,
his sighs...
as i lie next to him,
awake,
fulfilled.
He might be thinking of me with him,
dreaming of me with him...
from today and the rest of our lives
T O G E T H E R...
like what i am thinking
at this very moment
as i lie next to him...
and kiss him good morning.
creates serenading sound,
sweet hummings;
little angels songs
i hear at dawn.
Cheerubs were singing
with wings spread out,
heads up and with smiling eyes
to heaven.
I move a little to feel,
to prove if its real.
While my eyes were still close,
my ears were clapping
to a soft whispers of gentle air-
'I LOVE YOU MY LOVE'
then a kiss-
and a good morning.
The minute i open my eyes,
i saw him-the love of my life,
with a smile that could erase the word 'catastrophe'.
How fortunate I am to wake up in his arms!
To be held by him tightly,
is one of my greatest fantasies.
I wonder what's behind his stares,
his laugh,
his sighs...
as i lie next to him,
awake,
fulfilled.
He might be thinking of me with him,
dreaming of me with him...
from today and the rest of our lives
T O G E T H E R...
like what i am thinking
at this very moment
as i lie next to him...
and kiss him good morning.
A Love Letter to Stewart 45
a thousand rays
with different shades
of lights
burst from my eyes
to unite the lines,
shimerring straight strings
of gold and red
from your loving eyes-
friday afternoon at the veranda.
You and I finally free
to drink some wines
to play chess
to watch movies
to laugh
to giggle...
to command the wind to carry
our I LOVE YOU'S to each other,
to finally taste how it is like to be
kissed,
hugged,
kissed
and hugged again...
to be loved.
The radiant cotton balls in the sky
laugh as they slowly glides
on the marble white roof of the earth...
Heaven rejoices with us my love,
can you see it?
Can you feel it?
The beauty of the love we've found
is amazing...
It's real.
with different shades
of lights
burst from my eyes
to unite the lines,
shimerring straight strings
of gold and red
from your loving eyes-
friday afternoon at the veranda.
You and I finally free
to drink some wines
to play chess
to watch movies
to laugh
to giggle...
to command the wind to carry
our I LOVE YOU'S to each other,
to finally taste how it is like to be
kissed,
hugged,
kissed
and hugged again...
to be loved.
The radiant cotton balls in the sky
laugh as they slowly glides
on the marble white roof of the earth...
Heaven rejoices with us my love,
can you see it?
Can you feel it?
The beauty of the love we've found
is amazing...
It's real.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
A Love Letter to Stewart 44
The familiar scent
I inhale everytime
the gentle lines of gold
peeps through my window
to great me a pleasant morn
is as sweet as the scent of Dendrobiums,
then comes the melodious voice
that lingers in my heart,
soothes my very soul,
twist and forge all the wrongs
that dwell in my system
to become a glowing lines of white,
bewitching the dawn.
My delightful days
starts and ends with you my love.
And from the black limbo where I used to live,
You lead me the way to Eden.
I inhale everytime
the gentle lines of gold
peeps through my window
to great me a pleasant morn
is as sweet as the scent of Dendrobiums,
then comes the melodious voice
that lingers in my heart,
soothes my very soul,
twist and forge all the wrongs
that dwell in my system
to become a glowing lines of white,
bewitching the dawn.
My delightful days
starts and ends with you my love.
And from the black limbo where I used to live,
You lead me the way to Eden.
A Love Letter to Stewart 43
If I could hold you in my arms right now
Will you close your eyes?
Will you comfortably lie your head on my chest?
If I could look at you with all my heart right now
Will you/would you giggle babe?
Will you stare at me with contentment?
The sky that covers our world
is a different blue my love
It preserves the joy we felt when we hug,
when we silently sit and hear our heartbeats,
when we ran out of breath after a long,steamy kiss.
Oh,if I could hold you in my arms right now
I know the color of our sky will be a different blue
My-Drean-Came-True,
It's been TEN YEARS since I locked my arms around your neck
(Although TEN YEARS means TWO DAYS AGO)
'til next century my love (Where a century means three days from now)
I
M I S S
Y O U!
Will you close your eyes?
Will you comfortably lie your head on my chest?
If I could look at you with all my heart right now
Will you/would you giggle babe?
Will you stare at me with contentment?
The sky that covers our world
is a different blue my love
It preserves the joy we felt when we hug,
when we silently sit and hear our heartbeats,
when we ran out of breath after a long,steamy kiss.
Oh,if I could hold you in my arms right now
I know the color of our sky will be a different blue
My-Drean-Came-True,
It's been TEN YEARS since I locked my arms around your neck
(Although TEN YEARS means TWO DAYS AGO)
'til next century my love (Where a century means three days from now)
I
M I S S
Y O U!
A Love Letter to Stewart 42
In the middle of the restless night,
thousand steps away from Fotan,
a voice beckons me
so loud and clear.
Its midnight here
but the dark clouds crawl
sideways,slowly
to give way to the burning orange light.
Cresendo of color,
the sounds of nature
contained within
his hypotic voice.
I whisperd back,
to the lapping waves
of the mountain's wind.
And along the road,
to the buildings
down the river of Shatin,
it carries my reply
back to Fotan,
to the heart of my ever loving John.
I close my eyes
What a lovely goodnight!
His soft and sweet voice
stays in my heart and mind
And until now.....I am listening to it still.
thousand steps away from Fotan,
a voice beckons me
so loud and clear.
Its midnight here
but the dark clouds crawl
sideways,slowly
to give way to the burning orange light.
Cresendo of color,
the sounds of nature
contained within
his hypotic voice.
I whisperd back,
to the lapping waves
of the mountain's wind.
And along the road,
to the buildings
down the river of Shatin,
it carries my reply
back to Fotan,
to the heart of my ever loving John.
I close my eyes
What a lovely goodnight!
His soft and sweet voice
stays in my heart and mind
And until now.....I am listening to it still.
A Love Letter to Stewart 41
ALL BECAUSE OF LOVING STEWART
My sightly Stewart,
think of the wonderful ways
a hearfelt words
can change our worlds.
When dysphoria strikes,
how fortunate are our hearts
to have its constant comforter-
our boundless love for each other.
I have the knowledge of your sighs
and familiar of your dillemas
but my stunning Stewart,
I beseech not much,
A little is more than enough...
Yes,my handsome Stewart,
A little effort would mean the world to me,
can paint serene scenes and make it enduring.
Are you aware of your effect on me?
Or how you change the condition of my heart?
All because of loving you,my stewart.
My sightly Stewart,
think of the wonderful ways
a hearfelt words
can change our worlds.
When dysphoria strikes,
how fortunate are our hearts
to have its constant comforter-
our boundless love for each other.
I have the knowledge of your sighs
and familiar of your dillemas
but my stunning Stewart,
I beseech not much,
A little is more than enough...
Yes,my handsome Stewart,
A little effort would mean the world to me,
can paint serene scenes and make it enduring.
Are you aware of your effect on me?
Or how you change the condition of my heart?
All because of loving you,my stewart.
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