"Sir Lancelot's Ode to Lady Guenevere..."

How I wished I was NUMB...
        But then I couldn't have felt thy reciprocation even for a whilst;

I wished, too, to be MUTE...
        But then again if I was, thou wouldn't have known of thine true feelings for thee;

Still, I wished I was BLIND...
        But then, too, I would've failed seeing thine love deep within thy mesmerizing eyes.

Aye, FATE was so cruel to have bested me faculties
But so sweet to make me realize

That if I didn't see...
            didn't feel...
            nor didn't speak...

I wouldn't have known that I am capable
            of knowing...
            of loving...
            of revering someone...

In just three mornings...

Yet suffer it FOREVER!

"The Fight"

How does one bear the hurt,
How does one deal with pain...
Until when can he keep
What's driving him insane (?)


How can he gag his heart
And keep it from yearning
What it can't really have
And shouldn't be keeping (?)


How can he fake his smiles
With his heart on his sleeves...
Feigning a cheerful mood
While his grieving heart bleeds (?)


How can he keep his eyes
From hiding all his fears
If behind its sparkle
Keeps a bucket of tears (?)


How can he keep his hands
And body from trembling
When each time he held her
There's that fear of losing (?)

One can never discern
No matter how he try...
How deep true love can be
When it's time for "goodbye".


I guess I wouldn't know...
I guess I won't find out...
For I chose to fight off
This clearly losing bout.

"Foolish Heart"

Snow came trickling in the mid-summer sky...
Time stood still, Silence is deafening
As you said the word, "Goodbye".

Just when my world, that the rainbow has clothed...
Have found its life, and put a smile to existence
You ended with the letter you wrote.

Why does it have to end, why must it start anew...
Why must there dusk, then in the morning a dawn
For me to know that it's just isn't you?

The pain that my life has endured the day that you left...
Now stand as a thorn, that grows with the vine
The vine of mem'ries that in my lonely heart crept.

Now I have nothing but pictures and love letters...
To be reminded of once you and me
For in my heart I know, LOVE is all that matters!

Or is it? Perhaps...perhaps not.

 “Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!” — William S. Gilbert

"Wounded LOVE"

Tonight I shed a tear.
      Because i no longer feel you near...
                though you said you'll stay.
      Because I no longer feel you see me...
               though I'm where you want me to be.
Maybe I'm just numb...
      With the pain...
      With the fact...
      With the feeling.
               The pain that you can never be mine.
               The fact that past can never be re-lived.
               The feeling that was but can never be.

I always believed in LOVE.
I always had faith in its power.
     But I feel drained right now.
            Drained of all its strength...
                  emptied of all its hope...
                          stripped of its life.

Maybe because I gave it my all...
            poured out my heart...
            used up my time.

Maybe.

But I always believed in LOVE...
      I always believed in second chances...
      I always believed in happy endings...
                                 in YOU...
                                      in ME...
                                           in US.

Life does not end with a tear.
For always there's another moment.
      always there's another hour.
      always there's another day.

Tonight I shed a tear.
But pain daunts me not.
So long as time is my friend...
      So long as my heart beats your name...
           I will remain.

I will remain, my love.

"Our Scars In Life"

Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. 

He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.

His father ,ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late . Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.

Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.

The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride , he said to the reporter, " But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because " My Dad " wouldn't let go. "

You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past . Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go In the midst of your struggle. He's been there holding on to you.
You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril -- and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. 

That's when the tug-of-war begins -- and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful.

He did not and will not ever let you go.

-- Adapted