("Love is the root to peace, begin with loving yourself and then to the people around you, then to the world, and to the Universe where we belong..then you will realize that it comes back to you again magically.." by TEre)

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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Given Love..


I had given you my love,
I won’t take it back.
As my love reaches you,
It stays and never runaway.

I had given you my love,
I don’t want it back.
As my love stays with you,
It can only grow this great.

I had given you my love,
I can’t bring it back.
As my love is given,
It would always be a present.

It hurts sometimes,
When I am missing you,
But I am willing to subside the pain,
Until the emerging of peace in my brain.

If confusion strikes,
I would tear and I would try to runaway,
But once I had given you my love,
I always wish for your happiness.

When jealousy is near,
I struggle and I wish that you are clear,
But once I had given you my love,
I would cry but I let you go with the flowing tears.

Once I had given you my love,
It’s ok that I am hurt,
Because I love,
Because I love,
Because I had given you my love…

(As I had given my love.. I won't take it back and I won't hate because I want it to be there with you like always. I wish for your happiness, and I told you that you will always in my mind, in my prayers.. I felt sad sometimes without getting my love in return but I will find the peace and balance.. because once I had given you my love, it's yours... )

Written by,
TEre
21 June 2011
(3 months after I met you...)

Saturday, June 04, 2011

just too late I guess...

Never thought there is sweet time,
It was fun, I was mesmerized,
Since when did time start drawing that line?
If I don’t love,
Why did the sweet time turn alkaline?

You said I should stop looking,
Loving you the way you are,
I guess I am not the one anymore,
If I don’t love,
Why is the jealousy so sour and sore?

Stop my sadness I don’t want to cry,
But I am helpless it’s never a lie,
I know I am naïve this I don’t deny,
If I don’t love,
Why are there tears in my eyes?

You said I am sweet,
Praising me the way I always need,
I ‘d rather be common than being sweet,
If I don’t love,
Why does your the word “sweet” hurt?

I don’t blame you.. I am just too late.. Don’t say sorry, don’t mention the word sweet.. It hurts with bitterness, sourness in my heart somehow..


Written by,
Tere
in a grey sky morning..