mother always said
"The happiest people can tell the difference between wants and needs"
father always  said
"You will get to what you want when you do what is needed"
grandmother always said
"Life is full of wants and needs, happiness comes when they match"

My Nana didn't know how those words would ring true
And neither did I
Till the day I met you

Well,
Here I am and there you are,
And a counter between us.
Standing across it,
You ask me,
"What can I get you, Sir?"
And I tell you,
"A Caramel Latte."
But deep in the depths of my heart,
I wish I could say,
'All I ask for is your heart!'

I look at your Raven eyes!
The way they flicker
When you try to spell my name on the cup.
Shiny like a star, that a sailor follows
In a dark night,
They brighten my thoughts.

Rose
It read,
The tag on your breast.
So beautiful your name is,
But far beautiful you are!
Envied by a thousand blood roses
In the fields of elves.

Now I think to myself,
'How stupid I am,
to lose my heart over you?'
So beautiful you are,
That a million warriors
Would lay down their lives,
just to get a glance.
And The gods would create thunder when you weep,
And storm the galaxies when you're angry!

I savor the Coffee,
Knowing that it is made by your dusk hands.
They have now scribbled your name,
Like a tattoo,
on the pink walls of my heart,
permanent,
they shall stay there till the end of time.

Now that I leave,
I feel bleak, and blue, and grey.
and happy!
Knowing that I will see you again,
Perhaps tomorrow,
or day after.

And perhaps someday,
You shall wear me the ring of love
With the same glow in your soul,
And the same scent on your skin
You shall let my lips meet yours.

I'm an average person
but maybe I could be
a little less average
with you

I.
A sun deemed resplendent, bearing only a fraudulent shine
The only luster it holds yields shabby verses and lines
A weary heart wishing for chosen eyes to descry unwritten letters
An exhausted mind yearning to rid of the demon's loud chatters

II.
A desire to commence a mutiny, A desire to spark a rebellion
Engage in a war with army tanks riding domesticated stallions
Efforts remain futile, feeble are all attacks
Skulls remain unbroken after a thousand thwacks

III.
A posture resembling a colossal monument
A name etched temporarily on the copious firmament
What's strong is not, what's loud is quiet
Who stares at the gun craves for the lethal bullet

IV.
A new flesh has developed out of nothing but grime
Layers of filth has accumulated on what once was prime
Daggers have been thrown, arrows had been fired
To seek for an escape is urgent as it is dire

V.
All goodbyes shunned in exchange for a longer lullaby
A dying crow ready to leap off a ravine, ready to fly
Not all apologies were said, not all gratitude were expressed
The ninety-nine shall remain suppressed

VI.
Darkness was the light and the light was incessantly sought
A soul beyond repair, a concert of tumultuous thoughts
Temporary is the peace during slumbers
Eternal it is if the bed is six feet under