If I can write as many stories as I can, I would like to dedicate them all to the one I love. But I’d rather write one that will capture you, one that will truly inspire you.
If I can select and add a lot of stories I love, I wish that your story will be full of love. A story that will make my heart beat, A story that will last even at the scorching heat.
If stories can tell how much you mean to me, A lot of things I want you to read and see, Read it out loud with emotions then tell me how you feel, Am I good enough to be with you even if it’s not real?
I can feel your feelings, they go through my veins and my entire being. If you can make it real, I want you to be with me, So I can tell, how much your love means to me.
I wish that you’ll stay and read everything I want to say, Or be tired and go weary day by day, I may be far away from you each single day, But I am here with you, no matter what the weather might say.
I hope and pray that you and I will meet, Knowing me and you on the day our hearts first beat, So I can feel your warmth and loving embrace, Or even kiss your lips and whisper the three words, I longed for you to hear and chase!
Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
She Keeps a Love to Nurture her Immature And a Vigor to Sacrifice the Fruits of Nature Her Dreams are Curtained Behind the Window Panes And Chained into Darkness with Teary Stains Her Audacity of Giving Birth to our Family
Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying
She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find
They’ve got their arms up in in the air while she is tossing her her coloured hair If you’re going put in her a chair then she’s somewhat debonair But come stage time and she’s jiving from stair to stair
the way you walk the way you talk the way you comb your hair beautiful eyes as if a angel in disguise the touch of your hand makes me understand pitter patter of soft sandle feet whispers in the corridor