Remembering the fires we stoked in each other's hearts ~
Mine still burning wildly ~
Yours but a gentle flame ~
As the autumn afternoon folds her arms around me ~
Won't you let me come inside love ~
And warm me from this chill ~


Copyright Tia Jane Fajardo

I like the way your name sounds,
Rolling off my tongue,
But mostly I'm in love,
With the way you say **mine

Blessed are the love-less
for they shall suffer no deep sighs

Blessed are the love-less
for they shall never have sleepless nights

Blessed are the love-less
for they shall never have to watch empty roads

Blessed ar the love-less
for they shall never know any pangs of anxiety

Blessed are the love-less
for they shall never have to re-arrange themselves

Blessed are the love-less
for they shall be free of dissembling

Blessed are the love-less
for they shall never be seduced by con-artists

Blessed are the love-less
for theirs is  the security of ignominy

Blessed are the love-less
for they shall inherit the estates of the heartbroken

Blessed indeed are the love-less
for they shall never have to chase after rainbows