SONNET IV : ( The Search Is Over )

  The search is over  . . . , no turning back
  Tho' I got hurt . .. , I've been int he crossroad
             of my life
   And finally it come to an end . . .

The search is over . . . , NO turning back
The pain in my heart
Will linger on forever
But time heal wounds
And I believe it will . . . 

  The search is over . . . , No turning back
   Happiness I had
   Will remain foerver
   And be hidden in the deepest
       part of my heart. . .

The search is over . . . . , No turning back
Thank you my love
My life  . . . MY everything . .

The wounds I have now
Will be the scars of tomorrow
And will be perish
Till my last breath . .. 

CHANGES

Butterfly ! Butterfly
Every time I see you
Kissing every flower
I asked myself
" Are you not tired,
roaming, playing around
teasing them,
are you still searching
for someone who will
and can satisfy your needs?"

Butterfly ! Butterfly !
each time you kissed
Every color of different lips,
My heart aches,
My heart breaks. . .

Butterfly ! Butterfly !
Fl;y away from me
Now you can't hurt me
I've found another Butterfly
Who wanted me
All alone. .

MOVING ON . . to a new LIFE

tic tac , tic tac ,
says the clock
it's time to wake up
your breaking heart. . . 


time to go on
move on to a new horizon . . 


feel the warmth sunshine
embracing the innermost
hurting feeling
and allow the heat 
to melt your aching heart. . .


tic tac , tic tac
says the clock
it's time to go
and face the glory of love
from a new one intended
given to you from Above. . 

" I MISS YOU "

" I miss you "
Words you always uttered. .
so sweet to hear . .
but you're gone . .
gone into my sight
but not in my heart . .

Where are you my Beloved
Why left me alone in despair/

show unto me your
sweet  loving face . . .
embrace me like you did before

Never say goodbye
coz I will die
if ever I won't hear you again
saying . . .
"I MISS YOU DEAR"

TEARS from HEAVEN

Pit , pat , pit , pat
on the roof
soft sound it create
falling on the ground,
the opening mouth await
and its core suck the water
trying to quench its thirst . . .

Pit , pat , pit , pat
in the greenfield
watering the l;eaves thru its root
Smiling in the sky while waiting
for the golden pin to be ripen
and soon the time for harvesting.

Pit , pat , pit, pat
in the coldest deepest part of the woods
silently creeping
in every creature it brings
dripping , dropping slowlly
to bathe each being
cleansing , quenching , everything
vanishing every trace of darkness
that once blaze by the sun ....

Pit , pat , pit , pat
softly it touches
the warmth body of mine
caressing , embracing
kissing my skin
a feeling of freshness
I recieved from up above
soothing, refreshing making me feel
special to bear
and carry me through life. . . .

SONNET III

Our love affair
A May- December
Two hearts living in a different world.

The adversary of time
Never been a hindrance
The flickering of love
surrounded and lit the consciousness of life.

You are my music
In the winter, where leaves starts to fall.

You are  my song
In the autumn
Subsiding the zenith of my emotion
afflicting my lamentation.

You are  my flower
In the springtime
a reflection of my soul

You are the ebb-tide
In the summer
flowing ceaselessly
the chary feeling you tried to hold.

My citadel you served
Clandestine I kept
Trying to cogitate. . .
Is it a coincidence
or fate
a destiny I guess . . . .