You make me Smile

Ask my friends

who know me.

Ask the God above

who made me,

and

I tell you the truth:

They will tell you the same;

I am only happy

when I am with you.

Wherever 

we are.

Whatever

we do,

I am always smiling

when I am with you.

I Shall not pursue thee

I write out
what I am afraid
to say.
To describe
what I see
when I look upon thee.
For I cast my eyes
in your direction
only to see a shiver
climb down your spine.
I do not believe
it to be winter's hand.
But rather
my own hideous
appearance and oversize
eyes
that turn you away
and make you shiver
in disgust.
So none the less
I must confess
that you have nothing
to fear from me.
For
I shall not
pursue thee.

The Past Will Never Change

The past will never change
for it is always behind you.
Yesterday is never today
nor is last year
this year.
The past will never change
No matter how much you wish
for things to have been different.
In so
I must confess
please do not dismiss
nor forget these
final words:
The past is not worth
your life
nor your time.
So get up and move on
For
the past will never change.

Love for my Juliet

While my face reflect it 

my heart is downcast.

For 

the love of my life

is sick

and her absence 

is like a gaping wound

filled with worry 

and longing

For of longing 

to see her radiant 

face again.

And 

of worry

for her health

and 

of the desire 

to be with her

and make her feel better.

By attending to her every need

be it meals in bed

or watch her breath

as she sleeps.

For

the Son of Man 

once said

            "For of love have 

             no greater man than this

             that a man

             may lay down his life 

             for his friends."

How much more so

then for 

my dearly beloved?!

if I could
I would do the same

For there is no greater 

love than that of Christ

and

the love 

that I have

for my beloved Juliet. <3

Waiting in Faith

As the new snow begins to fade

with the rising of the winter sun.

I begin to write these words

in bondage

to God’s one and only Son.

In fully seeing faith,

I believe pray and wait

For the one God has chosen

for me to date.

You can call me “old fashion”

or a “fool”

regardless, I do not care

for in my master’s book,

the one you call the Holy Bible.

There is proof

that he has done this all before.

Look in Genesis

Chapter 24

Start with verse 12

to verse 64.

There you will find,

God choose one woman

out of a dozen

for Isaac, Abraham’s son.

Now if he can do that

for a son of Abraham.

How much more so,

for a servant of his own

Son?!

So here I sit

In fully seeing faith

waiting and praying

for God to reveal

the one

he has chosen

for me to date.

When You Left

When You Left

Forsaken, Forgotten 

did you to me.
When I proposed
to be with thee.
That was when

you departed from me.
In so it became

forever ago
you left me
and
the idea of "we" behind
Now you return
and
expect “us” to be
but foreign you became to me
Forgotten and abandon
did the idea of "we"
became to me.
So long ago
when I first proposed

the idea of "you and me "

Now you are sad
and filled with regret
Because we can never be
for I have chosen another.
One more beautiful
and much more willing
to be with me.
So
Now you know of the truth of what love can be:
Forever:

Forsaken

Forgotten

Abandon  

Just like what you did to me
and the idea of "we"

all those years ago

When you left…

My Search and Eyes of Longing

In so I search for you

my

precious hidden treasure

who is like the dawn

Fresh with love

and delight.

For

though my poems

expect 

you to be perfect

for me.

I however 

I expect nothing.

For

I now

know your perfection

does not exist.

like it does 

in my poems and dreams.

For if it were so

I would have found you already.

But alas

I have not

and

now know the truth:

your beauty

is scattered like the stars

all across the world.

Your

personality,

I suspect 

 should be in one

or another.

For who can balance out

the inner child and the maturing adult

without killing one or the other?

Yet in all this

your blue ocean eyes

and pale smooth skin.

or

forest green eyes

or snow cold skin

Is all to common

now-in-days.

But

no one can complete the rest

of My Precious Hidden Treasure

Poem.

In so you shall haunt me

in my dreams.

Torture me with love

and

the hope of your existence.

For of all

that I desire

that is on this Earth.

You 

are the

one and only thing

that I shall never find.

But hopefully match

with certain aspects

of those I find

according to God's

grand design.

In the end

there is one thing

left to say:

“The search for you

 is over."

Now

I search for you

dear lovers that would desire

to pursue me.

Otherwise end

my life

and

Then

I will find

the one I had just

described.

Up in heaven

before God’s

eyes of longing.

My Precious Hidden Treasure

She who is like the dawn

is a buried treasure

hidden in a sea of people.

For

Thou art like a diamond

in the sea,

seemingly impossible to find.

Not unless

you shift through

every grain of sand

every buffeted wave

till you find,

not a diamond

but a pearl.

Only few of thousands more.

Rare is such beauty

is she;

whose eyes are an ocean

deep and mysterious.

Or

a forest unexplored

with many lessons to teach

and some not yet learned.

Whose skin is snow

in need of my warmth.

whose personality is alive,

knowing the proper times.

Whose commonality

complements her beauty

and

makes her weird to everyone

but me.

Ah my dove,

your perfection

does not exist.

For

your imperfection is simply this:

socially alive

and therefore hard to find.

But

despite your imperfections

I search for you regardless.
For

I am faint with

love and longing.

In so I continue
to search for you:

My priceless dove

My one true love

My precious hidden

treasure.

Your Face

As dawn holds hands with the moon

and the stars begin to fade.

The arms of the clock begin their dance         

as time begins to fade.

Your face

Your face

Is all I see

nothing more beautiful or radiant

then your face right next to God.

Your face

Your face

is all I see 

as I drift off to sleep

at night.

Your face

Your face

is what I wish to see 

when I awake

at dawn’s new light.

If I had

to make one last request

before I die.

It would be to see

Your 

wonderful

beautiful 

face

For the last 

and final time.