Aug 2020
Love;
a mystery born to bring happiness,
and to some,
a saddened and a broken heart,
shattered into pieces,
and feared never to be repaired
Never to be healed!
Love;
a bittersweet ride born into the world,
destined to impregnate the whole of mankind,
and thus bring joy to the earth
But it is as I feared;
the heart of man is far blinded,
poisoned from the reality in front!
My fears are awoken,
my eyes soaked with tears,
my heart bleeding from the throbbing pain,
anguish and fear eating me up from the inside out!
O' how shall I live?
How shall I breathe?!
O' my one true love
My beloved Ayana!
When shall I see you again?
When shall I feel your warmth on my pure beating heart?!
Once again my heart is aching;
aching from the loneliness and emptiness you left behind
O' my poor heart
So wounded and hurt,are you?
Now the clock goes ticking,
and with every second,
comes life drifting out of me,
my breath getting thinner;
reminding me of my time left on earth
And though several years may have passed,
and my body gone all frail and weakened with senility,
I never will let go,
until my creator comes calling me home....
~Ciara
a mystery born to bring happiness,
and to some,
a saddened and a broken heart,
shattered into pieces,
and feared never to be repaired
Never to be healed!
Love;
a bittersweet ride born into the world,
destined to impregnate the whole of mankind,
and thus bring joy to the earth
But it is as I feared;
the heart of man is far blinded,
poisoned from the reality in front!
My fears are awoken,
my eyes soaked with tears,
my heart bleeding from the throbbing pain,
anguish and fear eating me up from the inside out!
O' how shall I live?
How shall I breathe?!
O' my one true love
My beloved Ayana!
When shall I see you again?
When shall I feel your warmth on my pure beating heart?!
Once again my heart is aching;
aching from the loneliness and emptiness you left behind
O' my poor heart
So wounded and hurt,are you?
Now the clock goes ticking,
and with every second,
comes life drifting out of me,
my breath getting thinner;
reminding me of my time left on earth
And though several years may have passed,
and my body gone all frail and weakened with senility,
I never will let go,
until my creator comes calling me home....
~Ciara
7-I WILL NEVER LET GO
Loving Ayana
Love like they say, conquers all. A gift given to us by God, for he gave his only son to us. But in this aspect, we'll be looking at another kind of love. A burning love, possessed by the poet personae himself, who loved his wife so dear. But as a result of the unfolding scene, he lost her to another man as we assumed, leaving him in pains. Despite all that, he still longed to see her, and hoped she'd come back to him, even at the brink of death- Some love so hard to find!
Loving Ayana
Love like they say, conquers all. A gift given to us by God, for he gave his only son to us. But in this aspect, we'll be looking at another kind of love. A burning love, possessed by the poet personae himself, who loved his wife so dear. But as a result of the unfolding scene, he lost her to another man as we assumed, leaving him in pains. Despite all that, he still longed to see her, and hoped she'd come back to him, even at the brink of death- Some love so hard to find!
