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A Tale Of Two Lovers~

A fine gentleman He was; she thought With just a glance; he is
An innocent young lady She was; he knew And by that time; she is
How far apart And yet they met A promise, a smile And a love story is set
One day he came And at her he said: "O my beloved, I love you so much, with all my heart, my soul, my life, for you I'd be, and do all I can, the stars, the moon, whatever you wish for, but now my love, I have to leave, and be at a place, I should really be, so let me keep you, safe in my heart, for you're the only, true love I had."
From far she stood, watching him in grace A sudden tear, rolling down her face Burying the promises, they once had together while he's on a wedding, with a girl he met earlier.

p/s: picture by Google

By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

"But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us."
Paulo Coelho (By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept)

Not a Bougainvillea

As the sound of Vivaldi's basking in the air, I was having a conversation, with my conscience;
"A stranger you are, as we met, as you leave, a nobody, but a person you'll be. The dearest friend was he, and only, gone, and a person you'll be. Brothers, sisters they are to me, so close yet they leave, and he and she, a person, a person you'll be. That fine gentleman I know he is, O papa, left and so, another person will you be. A mother, the only, who loves, who cares, kissed my forehead and off she went, Ma, then a person you'll be."
The walking time waits for nobody, not for you, neither for me, on and on and on it goes, and left, even when that old clock on the wall stop ticking.
To start walking, to keep running, to a place called...where? To stand tall, to just stay, at a place called...where?
I close my eyes and take another deep breath, humming to the sound that is still playing.
If I am to be, just like the rest, for this life and until my death, I…

The Song

I               am still here        awake listening to that song all night there's something about the song that gives meaning to it even though I know it appears without lyrics

Gone; in between

Words that are lost in between Smiles that are vanished in between Voices that are missing in between
And... A person who is disappeared in between Ends a relationship of two different people.