When you start looking for a love that's true,

Consider me, boo. :-)

And we held each other like we usually do.  Lying on the bed, hands clasped and faces inches away from each other's.  Yes, we have been friends this way.   And I have savoured every moment of it.

But now we inched ourselves closer.  Eyes closed but I see us both.  I see your face, your eyes shut blissfully. I see again, the beauty that I have ( Read more... )

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Finding Self-Worth is a journey to Your Unknown.

To find that golden strand of Strength

that which is 'twined around your heart.

To hold it unbroken though the cracks delve deep

amidst the crumbling illusions beyond the windows you look out from ( Read more... )

The strength of an earnest embrace

The tenderness of a caring touch

Of soft-lit minds

And lullabied hearts

The warmth of a gentle morning sun

The whisper of a cotton breeze

'tis a refuge bestowed, a haven bequeathed

Freeing the soul of fleeting bliss.

Despite of the intimacies accrued to you

Lingering Void stays on.
Despite knowing you have hands to hold,

Your arms extend to reach for more.

'tis a curse and a blessing
    Harvesting both bliss and plight
 Keeping you true to your nature
    albeit only to your own.

You shall want at no end
      looking to cross to the other side
Though once ( Read more... )

I said I will wait

I never uttered playing pursuit.

Desperation is not my name.

So keep your fire then,

for cold winds I shall blow.

Star crossed lovers, that you are

brought together by fate of war

Ardour grew, Love then bloomed,

yet forced apart by wit of doom.

Only inches, only strands

hearts restrained at owns' command

Yet passion flies on tryst at night

hidden away from prying sight

Now cry you must, o soul cry hard!

for tears are but your ( Read more... )

As long as your lips whisper hold on ,

I shall .

I shall wait and stand against those that might rage against us.

For no fight for what is held dear will be and has been in vain.

Though pain is bound to It, whatever is and was gained shall be my shield.

And though ( Read more... )

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Fools are those who equate love with romance.

For romance is but fleeting,

It is but  fireworks that dance against the darkened sky,

taking your breath away as their bright colours streak across the black of night.

Then dissipates. It comes and goes.

Fleeting.

Love, on the other hand, transcends Time, Age and the Superficial.

It is ( Read more... )