You covered in a veil of white,
You and me dancing,
on clouds of love.

A dream that would not come true,
God took you away from me too soon.
Still missing you every day,

Living a long life of loneliness,
Only having love replaced.
by dreams of a distant time and beautiful place.

Looking behind the veil of time,

Living with you,
in the Kingdom of Joseon.
Is my only dream these days,

Hoping every day,
God brings me home,
to you and love.

To be together with you for all of eternity,
is my only dream,

And this time praying God allows me to marry you.
I love you; I miss you, every day.

Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved

Always in my heart ...

when the leave fell ...
left it's bough...
to stay with no life ...
lonely cold ...
alone under the tree ...
then it will see and know ...
how others leave happily ...
to stay there into it's homeland  ...


but even when it fell down ...
not mean the end ...
maybe is a new beginning ..
to another life ...
with a different world ...
maybe ...
it's another best life ...
waiting it's ...
with better chance ...
to start it ...
more stronger ...
than it's start ...
to new life ...
to give more ...
than it gave before ...

sweetheart ...
never to get you out ...
however we are apart ...
no matter how far we are ...
no matter how absence  we got ...
you still live here ...
inside my heart ...
this heart mine ...
which loved you ...
and never ever to love ...
any one over you ...
because it's only ...
belongs for you ...
as i'm belong only for you ...
with every beat my heart do ...
even when a beat goes ...
it's return again ...
with new beats ...
to give more love ...

because of you ...
you are always ...
into my heart ...
and you will always ...
with every beat ...


hazem al ...

Thinking and dreaming
of our future together
warms my heart.

I wanted love like Sunday morning.
Coffee filling the house, the smell of bacon cooking, and a breeze through the windows.

I wanted love like Sunday afternoon.
Jazz playing on the record player, white sheets crumpled under our bodies, and the waves outside our perfect home.

I wanted love like Sunday night.
Wine glasses clinking together, fingers laced together, and crickets chirping in the meadow.

I wanted love like a Sunday morning...