Sunday, January 11, 2009

Forever yours

Walking down Red rose street,
Dwelling on past memories of you and me.
Watching the present couples do what we did,
As I wish you were still here beside me.

Looking at them feel sadness and anger,
I remember the day I had hit you out of anger,
But you held me close and told me you loved me dearly.
Oh how I wish I could turn back time and soak myself in your love again.
The times I cried my sorrows away resting on your shoulder, comforted in your arms.
There could be nothing else that could make me feel the way you made me feel.
Pain and frustration took its' part in our love life many times,
As much as I hated arguing, I loved it with you; my dear.

I loved the way we teased, and giggled.
Laughing out loud down the corridors and the road of red rose street.
Running around like little children,
Who couldn't care less about what the world thought about our love.

Walking down red rose street,
Pondering upon the imaginations of our very first kiss,
Time coming to a halt, my heart skipping a beat,
Our breath whispering our romance to nature who playes our music,
O' the blushed up cheeks you had the first time I planted a kiss on them.
The sweet adoring deep eyes pulling me.
And as our eyes meet,
they speak of what our lips cannot say but what our hearts feel.

The cheeky and mysterious smile and questioning expressions
on your face as we stood outside the jewelry store where men bought their engagement rings for their brides to be,
Us; knowing that day would come some day.
Planning the day as it was near;
Never came.

You promised me you'd love me till the day you leave life on earth.
That day came.
The day where the colours of rainbows turned black and white,
Images seemed so dull to the eyes that it felt as if the excitement to life had faded.
Though I wished it hadn't, I had no choice but to face that fearful but true fact.
With tears in my eyes, I whispered in a loud cry,
"You'd always be mine,my love.. as I am forever yours."

Now, when I stand on the balcony of where we once called our dream home,
and now; my home.
I hear your voice that softens my broken and harden heart,
the calming and full of love voice that even my soul desires to hear.

I miss the sight of you.
I miss the simple touch of your hand.
I miss the times you twirled my hair pampering me,
I miss everything about you.

Life seems so hard without you around...
I sigh at our picture on the wall watching the sunset.

O' my love..
Now you're in heaven,
Looking down on me.
Do not cry, my baby...
do not shed a tear....
For in time, I will join with thee there.

I love you wherever you are, until the end, hear my cry. My beloved.

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