My Prayer For You...

With my tearing heart,
And unwillingness to let go of you, I pray...

That one day...
You would be loved like my love for you,
Protected like my protection over you,

I plea that...
All your hopes, wishes and dreams emerge,
While happiness and contentment embrace,

I wish that...
Success come to your pursued,
And your life be worthy.

This is my prayer for you.
Let the Lord pen it in His way,
But I'll keep my persistence regardless.

Lord, please hear my prayers...

Should I pray more, I would.
Should I fast, I would.
Should I be sacrifice, I would.

Just hear these unbreach prayers for this love of mine.

Honey, I Am Sweet.

In Porcelain of China,
Brass of Egypt,
Mansion,
Or blades of weeds,
I am sweet.

Golden glazed,
Corncob pale,
Syrup thick,
Or water based,
Sweet is what I am.

Ways I am...
Stored,
Cultivated,
Portrayed,
Would not dilute my sweetness.

Honey, is what I am,
Sweetness is of my nature.
I might not be sweet to your eyes,
But surely to your taste buds,
Because... Honey, is me.

*this poem is to state my view on how inner beauty is to honey. If you are beautiful you will be beautiful and no matter how much people try to deny it, they would fail. Facts never lie*

p/s : i wrote this yesterday but blogger erased my entry and posted blank post. Grrr...

The Waters of Lyons

Stood high in the land of lavish and grandeur,
Of wealth and stature...
Where...
The finest dine,
Belle of belles clothe,

As mirrored by the lion in your name.

At the tip and cream,
Of limelight and ranks...
Shine in morning light,
Glittery in dimmed,
Glamorous, conceited not of any.

Magnificent Chateau warmth like your victorious crown.

A house for Cathedral...
Of nature I supposed,
Your waters so still, tranquil, and cold
Almost a ripple... not,
Even if pebbles and coins dive.

Sworn from birth, this Kingly habit of yours.

Offerings of chocolates,
Fresh flowers,
Sunrise and sunset,
Feathered strokes,
And chants.

My sight witnessed, delivery only to your honoured armour.

Tears,
Hails,
Blazes,
Whirls,
Slapped unto you.

Trade for a ripple of your majestic, failed.

Magnificent,
Victorious,
Glorious,
Majestic,
Kingly.

The waters of Lyons.

Frozen.

Flow... Flow... Flow...
Nothing but alike river,
So much...
'til drenched and dried,

Flow...
Again and again,
For eternity,
Nakedly not...

Through gardens or cliffs ...
Continues flowing,
Unseen...
Unsung...

Nothing! Nothing!
Can stop this flow.
Frozen or Clot...