Category Archives: For the eternal love.

Part of Me

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I have pretty much nothing to say today.

Just a little something for ‘love’.

A part of me,

That you can never let go of,

That I can never let go of.

 

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A souvenir

When someone loves you unconditionally, you get these kinda of gifts, and I do love to have them. ๐Ÿ˜

My niece came over and made me this art of hers. She says she wanted to give it to me so that when she would go, I could remember her. Now how am I to explain that I donโ€™t need a reason to remember her. So, I just took it from her and kept it.

And I know I am always going to keep it, a piece of art or not! ๐Ÿ˜

More Yours, Than Mine.

 

I smile a little more these days

As, the smiles on my face

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I cry a little more these days.

As, the tears in eyes,

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I hate a little more these days,

As, even the hatred in my mind

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I get tempered a little more these days,

As, the fuming rage in my voice

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I love a little more these days,

As, the love that blossoms in my soul

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I laugh a lot these days,

As, the laughter in my heart

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I am yours, and you are mine,

And together we colour,

Each otherโ€™s beautiful, lives.

Fact or Fable

Deep memories submerged within,

Sweet, sad, happy and a little evil.

Time elapsed, and I kept treading,

Only to have thought, that someday

I will lose every inch of it.

 

But today, despite the tiresome days and nights,

A mere thought, a small talk,

Even the tiniest prospect of the past,

Passes a solid sensation onto me,

Shaking me to the core,

Sending shivers down my spine,

Making everything of the past, again mine.

 

How does it happen?

What is that feeling?

Why does it not go?

What would it take to go?

 

I am tired of this notion,

Constantly restricting all my gesticulation.

What is that feeling?

I am yet not certain.

 

I keep asking myself

Was the feeling ever true?

Or could it have been a delusion?

Or part of it fact and a part fable?

 

I have no answers,

As usual,

But for certain,

I have all the questions.

 

A Word is All I Need

I read something yesterday, and I loved it so much that honestly I will not be satisfied unless I share it, post it almost everywhere.

So here it goes-

Touch me with words where your hands can’t reach.

-M. Razon

A little something on love

I know you all know this, and yet I am going to rant about this, the mere truth that knocks every now and then-

“The course of true love never did run smooth.”

– A midsummer nights dream

William Shakespeare