Friday, November 12, 2004
Dying Love
I got this poem from a friend's bulleting in Friendster, find it somewhat really touching... and so there you go...
Dying Love
This burden lies heavy on these shoulders.
When the light in life has cease to shine.
Thinking about it makes the hurt grow so strong.
Wishing one could go back and right every wrong.
Love is now angry with what she herself knows.
And one heart's been torn open by the thorns of the rose.
Love is a strange thing It is seen through bright eyes.
But resisting is futile when love wants to die.
To where can one go and who can one turn to?
For a shoulder to rely on because one still love another.
One said love is not everythng. Yet, in the life
that one lead love rules like a king.
But what can be done when push comes to shove
What can be done to save one dying love...
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These lessons lie heavenly on the shoulders.
When the light in life still always shine.
Thinking about it makes us grow stronger.
Wishing one could go back and make it last longer.
Love is NEVER angry with what she herself knows.
And one heart's is as fragrant as the rose.
Love is the strangest feeling seen through bright eyes.
Resisting it only refrains us from sharing our lives
To where can one go and who can one turn to?
For a shoulder to rely on because friends are there, one for another.
One said love is not everythng. But in the life we lead,
love is shared daily around us.
No pushing and shoving, just need a queue ticket. ;)
- Its not what we can do but what we can learn from it. =)
- oops. its me wk.
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