When we feel sorrow,        
When we've gone through unbearable pains,
When we're already on the verge of giving up,
When our hope was lost,
Always try to remember
The very reason why we struggled;
Our purpose and our dreams;
That would give us the strength
We need to carry on and still pursue.
These challenges and hardships will soon pass;
We must not see them as hindrances  
But rather tools to make us stronger
And to bring the best out of us.

In a world striving for perfection you are mine
in my eyes your are perfect
no mater what you think
no mater what others say
i love you for who you are
how you look is nothing if you are cold at heart
for anyone can catch my eye
but
you have caught my heart and very soul
for you are my perfection, my world

She will be strong.
She will not cry.
It won't take long,
For her to die.

Her heart is tattered,
So young, but so worn.
Her body's battered,
But she'll be reborn.

Soon, very soon, the light will come,
To make her body and her heart whole.
Soon, very soon, the light will come,
To heal her broken soul.

He laughed in her face,
"How truly stupid you are.
You really are a disgrace."
And he slid into his car.

He left her for dead,
On that dark, lonely street.
Her vows of undying love echoed in his head.
His feelings all along were deceit.

Soon, very soon, the fire will come
To make him suffer her heart's fate.
Soon, very soon, the fire will come
To show him her rage and hate.

She was true to her heart.
Her intentions were pure.
They'd never be apart,
Of that she was sure.

He saw her one day,
She smiled so bright.
He'd have her his way,
If only for a night.

Soon, very soon, the light will come,
To take her home where she belongs.
Soon, very soon, the fire will come,
To make him suffer for all of his wrongs.

In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.

The Angel with the jet black hair,
She seems as though by being present she is stirs the air.
The Angel with the shiny dark eyes,
She seems as though by being plainly looking she freezes you.
The Angel with the skin smooth as cheese,
She seems as though by being so soft that nobody dared touch her.
The Angel with the sweetest of names,
She is you, she is you, she is you, no one else but yes she is you.
Though there are other angels too,
But this poem was written for you.

For this particular image in my mind,
By your youth it was inspired.

I don't resemble an angel,
But I definitely look like a demon.
I don't resemble an angel,
But I definitely look like a demon.
Perhaps you mistook me for the Archangel,
But I'm a definitely a staunch demon searching for an angel.

I'm definitely not the archangel,
I'm but surely the devil.
I'm definitely not the archangel,
I'm but surely the devil.
Perhaps I fooled you by camouflaging an Angel,
But I fell from grace long ago when you were not even born.