My GuestBook! << Back to main page wiff waf .. pir purr.. (click here to sign GuestBook) Uncertainty (by LexZEUS, 11 Jun 2004) Spring of love and the fountain of hope, Its water is sweet with a splendid scent, Shaded by blue sky, warmth by sunlight, Gentle breeze of wind perfects it all. The wonder of nature suits not my heart, Too majestic for this man to comprehend, For I am little, inexperienced young man, Lest I know to appreciate its splendor. You are my fountain, and I am longing for you, Perhaps, my happiness is found in your streams, Your fragrant pleased me, your eyes enticed me, And your smile, perfects it all. Tell me now, for I am little, inexperienced man, Do you love me, will you stay with me? For I've dreamt about you, you are my fountain, Perhaps, my happiness is found in you... My Heart is A Door (by LexZEUS) I walk alone in a corridor With a thought in my mind With uncertainty in my steps I come close to a locked door The door is painted with red I try to open to make my step But I have no courage to do so For my mind say "No!" I walked backward ten steps I see another door The door is painted with blue The door is unlocked But I don't have courage to knock Even though my heart say "Please.." Red door is my mind Blue door is my heart It is wise to let her go But I don't have courage to do so Red door is my mind Blue door is my heart It's my love I want to show Too bad, she has somebody to go For the woman I love most (by LexZEUS) I walked over a long bridges, Narrow in width, full of dangers. Then I jumped into the river, Fighting the stream like a fish. At the grassy field I would fly, In deep jungle I would survive. I spent the night at wilderness, Closing my eyes near to den of tigers. Before sunrise I had my supper, Having reserved bread to finish. With worn suit I carried on to try, Shorten the time of my strife. Thirsty, I crossed the rocky hills, Where there was no trees nor animals. But on the top of mountain I saw, The most beautiful rose ever seen. To the mountain peak I will climb, To the mountain cliff I will crawl. Just to take the rose, and brought it home. As a present for my loving one. For the most beautiful flower, I find it worthy to carry on. For the woman I love most, I give her more than promises. |