On a Lonely Winter Night

Curled up inside the warm blankets in this cold lonely winter night,

          My mind longs for the shelter of your warm memories.

Long though you are gone, blown away from my life like dry winter leaves.

         The memories you left behind still warms my soul.

Those crazy laughter of a shared joke, or a lovely smile for a heartening moment.

         Sometimes that slow crooked smile bringing fresh love after a long fight.

The sly grin brought more love and meaning to that close embrace.

         But like the turn of seasons, love froze and faded away.

Blown away by the cruel autumn winds,

         Leaving me alone and shivering in this cold winter.

But never mind, I made my abode among dry leaves and twigs.

         Though alone and shivering in this chilling winter night,

The warmth of your memories and smiles gives solace and warmth to this ailing  soul.

          Thank you for leaving me with these invaluable moments.

Thank you for giving me the best times of my life.

 As the seasons begin to turn again I wonder hopefully,

Will it bring you back again like those fresh fruits and green leaves?

Or will you stay away forever from my aching heart.

Whatever you may wish, know this though.

Every moment spent with you is a priceless treasure of my life.

Thank you for giving me the best times of my life.

The withered Rose

I walked through the hinterland,

among forgotten dreams, broken hearts, unfulfilled promises,

And many other litters of human wastes.

I walked and walked until I found the withered red rose.

I remember this rose, the rose I made with all my

dreams, desires, hopes and full of love.

The rose of my youthful dreams and first love.

The rose I made just for u.

I still remember that dazzling red color,

filled with all the precious hopes and dreams.

The sweet fragrance, mixed with the magic of first love.

And finally the thorns showed the barriers between us.

The rose I made just for u.

Too soft, too beautiful and too frail.

Can’t touch it, afraid that it would fall off.

Bees came in swarms, enchanted by the sweet fragrance.

But I kept them all away.

I kept it just for u.

Day turned to night and night turned to day,

and slowly but surely the rose began to crumble.

The dreams, hopes and magic everything began to wither away,

no matter how hard I tried to preserve my precious rose.

The rose I made just for u.

But I was so blind and so fool not to see that

u were making your own rose for someone else.

The love and dreams I hoped to share with u,

u gave them to someone else.

While your rose bloomed and enchanted someone else’s garden,

the rose I made crumbled and died.

I don’t blame u anymore; I learned to live without these dreams and love.

Now it joined here among other dead roses and hearts.

                                            

The rose I made just for u.

On some lonely days I walk down this murky paths,

Just to see this rose one more time.

Though withered and dead,

It still reminds me of my first love, it reminds me of u.

The rose I made just for u.