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MMV Abad Aug 2010
Love is a game
We lose, we gain
Real lovers gamble
They hope, not tremble
I am a risk taker
Gambler, his true lover
I gave him my soul
My heart offered in whole
I was told I’m a fool
To give my love in full
But that is love, isn’t not?
To give it all without a thought
For in time of trial
There will be no denial
No wondering, no regret
Given it all, he won’t forget.
Copyright *MMV Abad @ September 9, 2008
MMV Abad Aug 2010
Thy heart,

the most vulnerable part.

Take care,

embrace it, don’t let it bare.

Go on…. love,

do it pure, white as the dove.

Go on…. give,

shower him kisses, but save.

Cruel fate,

Lurking nearby…. you may taste.

Leave a kiss,

keep it, don’t let it be a tease.

He may stray,

but love will surely stay.
Copyright *MMV Abad @ September 8, 2008
MMV Abad Aug 2010
Friends are everywhere,
Meet them here and there.
But, there are fakes, beware.
Use you, they will dare.
Abuse you, they will do.
Deceive you, I tell you.
Be on your guard,
Don’t fall too hard.
I had known each one of them.
They tore my heart back then.
But, have I learned?
I still love them.
For the Heaven had been kind,
He gave you, my greatest find.
Copyright *MMV Abad @ August 31, 2008
MMV Abad Aug 2010
Time can be an eternity,
Ungenerously slow and cruel
How it affects one’s sanity,
to wait as it painfully rolls.

One may choose to sleep it all.
Take no notice, just let it pass.
Others try to tolerate time,
Opens their eyes, no other chance.

Thus, time can be strikingly fast.
No warning, no roars of thunder.
Just some merciless lightning flash.
It hits at life’s finest hour.

Have you told her how much you care?
Have you grabbed that opportunity?
Move on for your destiny,
Waste not, time can really fly.
Copyright  *MMV Abad @ November 27, 2009
MMV Abad Aug 2010
Once they have their beauty,
colors of red and yellow.
Wonderful flowers to see,
over the peaceful meadow.

A gardener, the sun,
takes pride of their vibrancy.
He showers them with warmth.
he keeps them dry and sunny.

The sun loves his roses,
he gave them more of his gift.
Too much of his brightness,
his extreme passionate kiss.

Alas, simple roses,
trapped and caught in in immense heat,
have dried and turned to crisps.
His life giving warmth… their death!
Copyright * MMV Abad @April 24, 2010
MMV Abad Aug 2010
To be a child is a gift,
laugh and play all we desire.
Delightful unending search,
of things, some treat for the eyes.

Some people stay as a kid.
Real grown men as they are,
or with children to take care,
they choose to stay young at heart.

Not with selfish childishness,
with them as the sole center.
But keeping courageousness,
compassion for the others.

Evil people my harm them.
Yet they forgive and forget,
believing in Someone,
to comfort them of their hurt.

We may feel alone sometimes,
Best bring out that child.
Because there is a Father,
always here by our side.
Copyright  *MMV Abad @March 31, 2010
MMV Abad Aug 2010
In a dark and serene place,
An empty heart achingly beats.
The cold night touches his soul.
He is lost but not alone.
                                                      
Suc­h gloomy uncertainties,
Fear for his sweetest love and life.
The changing world, his menace,
to keep a devotion alive.
                                                      
Her­ kiss awakens his senses,
fiery and passionately.
He engulfs her in his arms.
She’s his for all eternity.
                                                          
No more fear for the unknown,
As their racing hearts beat as one.
Her hold, a satisfaction,
With her tender arms, he is home.
Copyright *MMV Abad @ February 15, 2010
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