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Saturday, April 29, 2006
~ 8:49 PM ~
To the world you may be one person..
But to one person you may be the world !!! =)
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
~ 6:52 PM ~
WAITING
When shall I see thee again?
Weary the years and so long;
When shall be buried the wrong,
Phantom-like rising between?
Seeking for surcease of pain,
Pilgrim to Lethe I came;
Drank not, for pride was too keen—
Stung by the sound of a name.
Soft, ardent skies of my youth
Come to me over the sea,
Come in a vision to me,
Come with your shimmer and song;
Ye have known all of the truth,
Witness to both shall ye bear;
Read me the riddle of wrong,
Solve me the cords of the snare.
Love is not won in a breath,
Idle, impassioned and sure;
Why should not love then endure,
Challenging doubt to the last?
True love is true till the death,
Though it bear aloes and myrrh;
Try me and judge me, O Past,
Have I been true unto her?
What should I say if we met,
Knowing not which should forbear?
E'en if I plead would she care?—
Sweet is the refuge of scorn.
Close by my side, O Regret
Long we have watched for the light!
Watchman, what of the morn?
Well do we know of the night.
THE LAST DREAM
One more dream in the slow night watches,
One more sleep when the world is dumb,
And his soul leans out to the sweet wild snatches
Of song that up from dreamland come.
Pale, pale face with a golden setting,
Deep, deep glow of stedfast eyes;
Form of one there is no forgetting,
Wandering out of Paradise.
Breath of balm, and a languor falling
Out of the gleam of a sunset sky;
Peace, deep peace and a seraph's calling,
Folded hands and a pleading cry.
One more dream for the patient singer,
Weary with songs he loved so well;
Sleeping now—will the vision bring her?
Hark, 'tis the sound of the passing bell!
LOVE IN HER COLD GRAVE LIES
Love in her cold grave lies,
But that is not my love:
My love hath constant eyes,
My love her life doth prove;
That love, the poorer, dies—
Ah, that is not my love!
Love in her cold grave lies,
But she will wake again;
With trembling feet will rise,
Will call this love in vain,
That she doth now despise
Ah, love shall wake again!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
~ 10:07 AM ~
A Million Words Would Not Bring You Back,
I Know Because I've Tried..
Neither would A Million Tears, I know bcos i've Cried
My Eyes cRy foR u, my emPty ArmS Reach Out For
U...
My Heart longs for U, my souL Dies For u
Broken wings can't fly a crushed heart back to Heaven
for repairs..
Especially when Heaven is no more...
Sunday, April 09, 2006
~ 10:12 AM ~
Yeah.. I Hoilday le.. lolx.. actually i dono wat to post now.. i so bo liao... lolx.. next time den post ba.. lalalala...............
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