A Confession

thank you for being you
to me
thank you for letting me
be me

the love
the understanding
the patient
that i never see you have
for other than me

those small little thingsyou do
those warm endearments unsaid
those glitters in your eyes
that remain unchange
whenever you see me

thru rains
thru sunshines
thru tears
thru laughters
...
thru labour of our first child
thru the lost of our second
thru another labour of the third
...
each time i reach out
you are always there
giving
...

Missing You

Don't tell me about being lonely
any second you're not with me i am lonely
lonely of your face,
of your voice,
of your touch...
So don't tell me about being lonely,
lonely of you being without me...
Feels like snow falling in the middle of summer,
feels like rain on the beach,
feels like most part of you is missing,
walking in the dark
reaching out
try to grab your vision
which is blurring...
and that's my sentiment exactly,
my sentiment of not being with you...

Fine Tune With Me

Fine tune with me
sing a love song
of love that is complicated
so complicated that we cannot comprehend

Fine tune with me
sing a lullaby
of dreams that are never ending
where hopes are so high
of love is everlasting

Oh cupid, so are so cheating
shoot your arrow humourlessly
to an innocent heart of thousand rainbows
and cause a fitfull bag of tears

Oh cupid, so are so confusing
plya hida and seek with me
give mercy oh little cupid
let my poor soul rest a while
to find a langorous time
to lick its wounded heart

a-ten-sunflowers bouquet

a-ten-sunflowers bouquet he gave me

on my birthday

'why sunflowers?'

'because you are the sun of my life'

'but the sun can get you burned if you get too close'

'i'd rather risk that than to have winter all the time'

so, a-ten-sunflowers bouquet he gave me

and a-ten-sunflowers bouquet i receive

on my birthday ever since