Love-making is different from loving
it's a mere physical act void of adoration
driven only by an ocular sensual attraction
at the spur of the moment without commitment

Loving is unique as it exceeds physical criteria
it's a sentimental indulgence cater with romance
share by lovers who caress each other with respect
as loving hearts truly instill ecstasy at its best stance

True love is beyond love-making
it does not seek finite satisfaction
but a lifetime endearment as elixir
to sustain romantic ties till the end

Beyond the placid place
in every peaceful place
lies the mystic clandestine
that molds how life is destine.

individual existence is unique
with varied distinctive mystique
yet how one thrives in this life
depends how man tackles strife.

As life is mysterious
man himself is curious
to explore boundaries
to seek fulfilled glories.

The inner self has a core
excites a challenging score
whatever happens in the end
one should be true not pretend.

In a blink of light my conscience is awake.
My senses open yet what is there to take?
Into my understanding I seek for something,
A reason for which makes life truly worth living.

Life seems magical exhibits myriad wonders,
No carnal being has measured as he ponders.
In this world of tribulations, is there still hope?
Is life destined to damnation, a fact we cannot cope?

On whose plan was this existence created?
Surely it must of great power that dominated!
A thought of a super Being may come to mind,
Or Someone out there, a God who mastermind!

The bible has attested we are created in His image,
The likeness of Him marked our presence to this age.
Just to think of the vastness of creations I witness to see,
I thought of God as the Master of everything including me!

My health maybe declining
at this point am not complaining
reason is we are all human beings
vulnerable, susceptible and mortal
i am not exempted nor anybody else
nothing in this would can last forever.
But I and everyone has the opportunity
reach for our dreams can be possible
as long as we are determine to claim
to do our best part with commitment
on the day we die we mark a legacy.

Self-fulfillment is an ultimate boost,
heralds inspiration to achieve more.
aspirations never impossible to attain,
requires only discipline and determination.
man however is not an island in this existence,
a special someone should fit in to excite an essence.
none else in this life is best to experience but innate love,
every fruit of labor is sweeter if shared with a special being.

Even Queens gave up their thrones for love,
reckons the ultimate adventure for happiness.
a heart like mine also desire for such an intimacy,
surfing with my true love as any girl ever dream of.
moving on as I thread in life's challenges I shall dare,
onward in my quest I shall find love...my intimate wish!

The power of a desire,
Counts on how much dire;
A husband wants for himself.
Sort of gain for one owns self,
Capacity to sustain masculinity.
The ability to achieve into reality
A dream in life that should not go futile,
But, if such action fails is a mark being inutile.

Most likely a husband strives to get,
What he aspires in life as his target.
Exhausting all the power within him,
Still he cannot reach there to win.
Things he has set in his mind,
Yet realizarion he cannot find.
Being inutile causes his strife
Thus, better keep a good wife.

Life is a contained existence

that each person solely own

sharing it with others is a choice

like peeping through the window

could help decide whether or not

to open the door for relations



Looking through

one sees the panorama

that shows loveliness or malice

the world has possessed

as it displays the scenic realities

of the human existence



Our hearts too mimic

the opening of a pane

when it dares to venture

as its feeling best for love (or hate)

upon reckoning of freedom

through the windowpane