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Hidden Love

I need someone to caLL
When i'm feeling bLue
I need someone to Love
Who's like you
I need someone now
Yes its true
I need someone now
Yes its you
I want to see the stars in your eyes
Just to forget my million cries
Let me hear the beat of your heart
Although i know
You Love Me not
Stay with me, even just a friend
Stay with me, until the end

I pray to God who sits above
To let you feel my hidden Love


GooDByE to Forever:

Today, you have left me all alone
Now that my feelings for you have grown
For me, you are the only one
You stole my heart and now i have none

Your absence came like a crushing thunder
The storm is gone but still i wonder
Will you ever come and be with me?
Will you open my eyes and let me see the painful reality
That you will not fall for me?

I think of you and then i weep
For only memories i shall keep
My heart is filled with pain and sorrow
For today is gone and there is no tomorrow
You'll never say the word forever.
I'll never hear it.. not now.... not ever...............


【2006/02/11 23:58】 | inspirational stories/ poems | トラックバック(0) | コメント(0)
How Do You ReaLLy Know (my poem for tego)
How do you reaLLy know if you Like someone?
As in how?
Do you feel this queesy feeling inside your stomach?
The kind that makes your whoLe organ jump?
Do you dream about that person?
The kind of dream where the onLy two of you are existing?
Do you think of him at night?
And just lie in bed not knowing what to do?
And you fall into a slumber with a smile?
Because the Last thing that entered in your dream was him...

Every moment isee him is just SO special
EspeciaLLy if its just once in a purpLe moon..
That moment leaves such a scar in my heart
The kind that you want to hold on to forever.
Does he enter your mind when you feel low?
And you just shout out "God, how i wish he could hold me now!"

And you imagined.. and everything's alright...

He smiLes... i smiLe
He Laughs, i get high.
He humms the lyrics, i melt.
He looks at me, i just want to die.
And though i wish i could hold him
Because i know his worLd isn't just sMiLes
And Laughter...
And music in his souL...
Yes i want to hoLd Him..
As Long as possible, as tightly
Until he could let go.. but i cant!

Because he's not there
He's Only there in my dreams.
In reaLity is where he isn't.

Because in reaLity,
he smiles... but the smiLes aren't for me.
he laughs... but not with me.
He hums the Lyrics.. but the song is for someone eLse.

And no matter how hard i try
to think... and dream... and imagine...
That i could hold him close.
I can't! I can't!! coz someone else is...

If i will see him cry, its not me who will dry his tears.
It's someone else and now its me who's crying
And no one, no one's to dry my tears.
But still... all the tears i've cried,
All the hurt and pain...
Could not stop me from dreaming about the smiLe..
The stare, the laughter... the sweet notes on the song.
Because in the hurt, i find a certain happiness.

Although i know that i will never be
The one to dry the tears,
to hear the song, to return the smiLe.

Its aLright..
He will aLways be in my heart, in my mind, Zutto.
And forever he wiLL be, as Long as he's happy, i will be.
And if that's the way of the world, then Let it be.
But it can't stop me from Letting him exist
In here.. In here...

Now, can someone tell me...
How do you know?
【2006/01/05 23:13】 | inspirational stories/ poems | トラックバック(0) | コメント(5)
A Story Of Love
A Story of Love...

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am,
when an elderly woman,
in her 80's, presented to have sutures (stitches)
removed from her thumb.

SHe stated that she was in a hurry as she
had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took her vital signs and had her take a seat,
knowing it would be over an hour before
someone would to able to see her.

I saw her looking at her watch and decided,
since I was not busy
with another patient,
I would evaluate her wound.

On exam it was well healed, so I
talked to one of the doctors,
got the needed supplies to remove her
sutures and redress her wound.

While taking care of her wound,
we began to engage in conversation.

I asked her if she had a doctor's appointment
this morning, as she was in such a hurry.

The woman told me no, that she needed
to go to the nursing
home to eat breakfast with her husband.

I then inquired as to his health. SHe told me
that he had been there for a while and
that he was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.

As we talked, and I finished dressing her wound,
I asked if he would be worried if she was a bit late.

SHe replied that he no longer knew who she was,
that he had not recognized her in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked her.
"And you are still going every morning,
even though he doesn't know who you are?"

SHe smiled as she patted my hand and said...

"he doesn't know me, but I still know who he is."

I had to hold back tears as she left,
I had goose bumps on my arm,
and thought, "That is the kind of
love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is,
has been, will be, and will not be.

awww... this story hits me so hard... as i think i will be very much the same with the woman here... even though he cant remember me anymore... i would still be loving him forever
【2005/12/27 14:37】 | inspirational stories/ poems | トラックバック(0) | コメント(2)
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