Ireland

This is one place I've always dreamt of visiting.

Walking all the day
Near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver-winged they fly
They know the call of freedom in their breasts
Saw Black Head against the sky
Where twisted rocks they run to the sea
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland

Drinking all the day
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play
Saw one touch the bow
He played a reel which seemed so grand and gay
Stood on Dingle Beach and cast
In wild foam we found Atlantic bass
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland

Talking all the day
With true friends who try to make you stay
Telling jokes and news
Singing songs to pass the time away
Watched the Galway salmon run
Like silver dancing, darting in the sun
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night
I saw a land where no one had to fight
Waking in your dawn
I saw you crying in the morning light
Sleeping where the falcons fly
They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland

WILD FLOWER

7:42 p.m.
Tuesday
29 July 2003

From the time we met, so much tenderness was felt and seen. Years passed, we remained faithful to each other. I loved him because of the enigmatic charm he exudes and that wild side of him.

Then came a time that the enigmatic charm made me so clueless about what he really feels. I was hopeless, thinking I have done everything and I wanted a way out.

I said, “I don’t want to go steady anymore. I want this ridicule to end” but he remained silent and still, then my hopes began to vanish.

“What can I do to change your mind?” he then asked me.

I slowly faced him, “If you were given a choice between two things for our love to survive, what will you choose? To pick a wild flower in the rocky mountains and die or you’ll change your attitude?”

He looked at me bewildered and said, “I’ll give you my answer tomorrow morning.” Then headed out the door.

Upon waking up, I found a letter in my dresser and recognized e scrawny handwriting, it read:

I won’t choose anything but please let me explain. I won’t change because you loved me the way I am and I will never pick that wild flower for you and die, I know you are wondering why. Of course, who would help you see the beautiful scenes when your eyes get blurred due to old age? Who would help you cross the street when you become an elderly? Who would hug you when you feel alone? Who would hug you when you’re cold? Lastly, who would say, “Yes, I do” to you I front of the altar? Who would do all these things if I die? Not until I a sure that someone will do these for you, I cannot yet pick that wild flower and die. If you changed your mind, I am at the porch swing with your breakfast.”

I then run outside and gave him a tight embrace with tears streaming down my face.

Now I know that material things merely enlighten a sometimes dull relationship but true love lying beneath the surface, although sometimes unseen, is the main foundation of a perfect relationship.

ALL I WANT

7:37 p.m.
Tuesday
15 July 2002

All I want
Is to share cans of Sprite with you
A slice of pizza would be fine too
On this sunny afternoon
All I want
Is to be with you
To spend the day lazily
Moving and grooving to a beat
Just like the old times
Times when we could talk
For a whole day
Free to say anything we want
Singing our hearts out
Laughing so hard
Sharing the coziness of the room
And when we part ways
We’ll remember the company we shared
Full in memory.

BEING LOVED BY YOU

9:34
Wednesday
18 September 2002

Just look at me
With your expressive eyes
And I’ll surely melt like ice

Tell me
The sweetest words
And fill my heart with joy

Let me taste your lips
And the sweetness of it
So soft and so warm

Cradle me against your body
In your protective arm
So strong and gallant

Drowse me
In your aromas
Of musk and hues

For the only thing
Which enlightens my senses
Is being loved by you.

TO THE GIRL HE LOVES

8:54 p.m. Wednesday 18 September 2002

Can I please have some words with you
And I’m hoping you would listen to me
Because this concerns about a boy,
The boy who I love
And the boy who makes me smile

We have been going on for a while
And he loved me,
Before you came along
Before you came into his life
And before he showed interest in you

At once he changes
From being my only love to a person unknown to me
Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
And when I found out why,
I know it’s time to say goodbye.

He told me “Good friends we will always be.”
And I know that is how things will be from now on.
Though you may not agree with me,
I still love him and that will never change.

I feel very sad
An emotion, which I can no longer hide
I can’t stop my tears from flowing
As I continue to write

For if you will ask me,
If I love him,
A very simple “yes” will be my answer
But I don’t think it would matter,
For you are already the apple of his eyes.

For the time that has passed
For the time we have spent together
He has been the center of my emotions
Why my heart is beating and why I am breathing

For now, I am pretending he is with me
I know many nights will be sleepless
Many days will be full of illusions
Many hours will be spent reminiscing
Because I know he is gone for good

Maybe this happened
Because we are not meant for each other
Though this has caused me so much pain
I can’t help myself but cry
Which I think is the only thing I could do to ease the pain

So here’s message for you
Take care of him, adore him
Love him cherish him
These are the things I used to do
The things I would gladly do.

Just don’t tell him my heart is breaking
Don’t tell him I am crying
Because I don’t want him to know
And please do me a last favor
Offer to him the love I can no longer show.