I hide my tears when I say your name,
But the pain in my heart is still the same.
Though I smile and seem carefree,
There's no one who misses you more than me!
I have liked many but loved very few,
Yet no-one has been as sweet as you,
I'd stand and wait in the world's longest queue,
Just for the pleasure of a moment with you!
So many questions,
But the answers are so few,
All I really know, is,
I MISS YOU !!!
The music of language, intricate rhyme schemes, elegant phrases, vivid images - the art of poetry is enough to inspire many to write it. Poetry is the practice of creating artworks using language. What could be a better way than discovering the music inside yourself than Poetry? Words are the soul of any rythm, any sort of music.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
I Miss You!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Thinking About You!
When I ate today at noon
All I could think about was you
Wishing you was here to do what you do
Wishing I could feed you with my spoon
Hoping someday I'll see your smile again
I don't know if I can take all this pain
Knowing that I am here and you are there
Thinking about the times we had and will not have
You are the best there ever was and will be
There is nothing to explain you, but lovely
Even when I was sad you made me happy
I just don't know what to do
I just hope one day, I get to see you!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
A Red Red Rose!
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.