Wednesday, March 09, 2005


your eyes give my dreams a see,
your hands touch my heart to beats,
your legs give me feathers to fly high upon,
your smell gives me reason to bloom,
your love gives my life every breathe.

your passions give colors to my arts,
your truths make my bothers broken apart,
your seasons fill my every touched breeze,
your rhymes give charming melodies to my preens,
and your love gives me another life with serene

my misses...

the sin that i did ,
was to miss you all along my life's song...
the miss that i missed,
was the season without your love.
the moments when i slipped,
was the one when you left without touching my frills.
the times when i shook,
was on the path i walked alone.