HER Calm with my thoughts, reminiscing the day I saw her, The air is so fresh and refreshes the quiet of known, I wonder if my tears and my sorrow are part of it, She has left quiet stamps on my experiences, Through ways that it feels like echoes. Finding her in my thinking it feels…strange but beautiful. Now I wonder if she remembers the first day I saw her or that she saw me first? In silent that I was, Her smile and shyness I thought trigged something unfamiliar to me, Fear came and said “careful what you say, she is listening” Every word was sort of violent shake in my body. Walked away thinking, “if” I should or not confront my fear, She walked pass me…she glanced back I thought. On that day I surrendered myself to something that would hunt me I thought, Is it love? Is it care? Is it love at first? Is love suppose to be this confusing and fast? I noticed every step I made, Silently I thought, our paths are full of obstacles. A sudden thought stroke me, could it be that love is simple as planting a tree? Amateur, ripe and decay… could it be that simplicity and justice are also love? What have she left me with? I remember looking at her, Inside of dim artificial lighting, filling the room with strange sounds, Straight into her eyes and thinking, how beautiful she is… Stopped myself and wonder “beauty is common thing nowadays but her beauty is unique” How I pity my actions with screams of bitter experiences, But my thoughts roar something else beautiful, a picture of her. Almost home and I wonder if I could think of more, Yes, I said but what she really left me with?… my words?, my pen? or paper? One day perhaps, a day of waving waters, she will stir herself. I understand now, all I wanted to do and say, Is... How much I love, The experience we had, were off the sound of sadness of her lamenting my ways. By Yuri De Vilhena
Posted on: Mon, 07 Oct 2013 03:40:12 +0000
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