Sequel

Two angels; worlds apart
desperate for each other's heart
wishing in every shooting star
to be together from the start

two angels with just a wing
in love. they helplessly keep falling
seeking oh seeking, ever so seeking
seeking for each other's cling

two angels as fate deem
their dreams too real
and reality like a dream
the curses lifted it seem

two angels, closing in

imperfect, each with only a single wing
holding tight, believing, blissfully flying
their love entwining into a ring

On my way home

Little Red Flower

I remember the night in the empty carpark where you feed me the nectar of a little red flower in the empty carpark where we rested after our heavy heavy meal. the nectar tasted so sweet and there were more little red flowers on the bushes than i have seen anywhere. The night was so beautiful and things look so brightly colored everywhere, i wished time would stop for us, in our little sweet moment. I wonder is it really like this that night in the beautiful city of san fernado or is because you are there with me.

A Guy's Point of View.

I feel better now.