you’re the one who crippled me ‘cos my choices my ideas my dreams my hopes were never ever good enough for you not even the simplest color of my nails to the most complex house decor so, yeah it’s all on you you’re always the one the only best.
but i tell you gone are those days when men rule the world when husbands have more power than wives when men is the only voice when their minds bear the ultimate sovereign truth when men are given ample rights and opportunities than women.
a change of heart reinvention a rebirth whether literal or metaphorical it is a momentous occasion in our lives a moment of great change an extraordinary development.
literature offers a smorgasbord of rebirth stories from the classic rebirth story of Ebenezer Scrooge in Christmas Carol who sees the errors of his ways and transforms to the magical love story of Beauty and the Beast when Belle realized there was more to the Beast being just a beast.
i have my fair share of rebirth stories myself, the ones that did not only change my ways but my perspectives and my disposition in life, in situations, and in handling people around.
but my greatest most amazing rebirth story, if i may say is when i met you when you held my hand for the first time, when you kissed me and embraced me and made your own that my love was a total rebirth for me it changed not only my ways, my perspective, my disposition, but it changed my heart and soul.
‘cos nothing and no one could beat the fact that love, when true and pure and honest that love, when endures the test of time that love, when held on for so long is the best rebirth story one could ever tell.
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’twas a groovy kind of love what you had with your first love i would never forget when you said under the moonlight starry night he declared his love, so raw so pure so true so real what happened after was surreal you were left struggling in the dark unsure of what the future would be what used to be a love so true was broken, was destroyed so easily, so hastily that groovy kind of love turned out to be a modern twist of the classic “Romeo and Juliet” tale.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty -five and you are sixty – nine no longer capable of arguing over petty trivial matter sitting quietly in our garden by the entrance porch your hand wrap around my shoulder as our minds travel back in time when we were young and restless when our love stood by the ground of endless, pointless debates.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine the kind that speaks highly of a love that survived and weathered all sorts of storms for we know love is as delicate as a morning dew and as fragile as a glass frame hanging by the edge of a wall easily broken easily lost, but we muddled through the best we can a photograph that will scream loudly of our love that survived against all odds.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine wearing our beautiful smiles over our charming wrinkled faces a remembrance that once upon a time there was a young beautiful “me” who fell truly madly deeply in love with the dashing gentleman that is you and that without a doubt were meant to be together from the start even when we both doubted and ignored our overwhelming connection to one another.
so baby please hang on there for i so badly want that photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine.
can we be together forever and ever under the city nightsky? we could cuddle together anytime anywhere we could have popcorns and unlimited coffee over re – runs of “Friends” we could probably have scared or annoyed our neighbors for all the noises that we make for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.
we could have our friends around over breakfast, lunch and even dinner let our kitchen be your stage as i could barely make a gorgeous meal i’d be the proudest to flaunt you prepare dishes we both go crazy about for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.
can we just go anywhere take me out or take me somewhere it doesn’t matter where, for as long as you are with me celebrating our love that has been kept for so long for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.
we could stay up all night laughing at my silly epic jokes or we could write the most romantic, sappy love story everyone romantic soul would go crazy wild about it could be as romantic as Emily Bronte’s “Wuthering Heights” or as tragic as Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet” for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.
we could have Valentine’s Day any time or Christmas on a summer day it doesn’t matter anyway, we could celebrate anniversaries even if it isn’t our anniversary, who cares for we’ve been deprived of those for for many years, many summers, and many days for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.
take me out or take me home it doesn’t matter where we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.
narrative poetry was favored by medieval poets, most notably exemplified by Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, which is a collection of 24 narrative poems. Narrative poetry reigned in popularity all the way through our time.
Narrative poetry explores important themes, such as self-discovery, courage, death, loss, friendship, mercy, suffering and endurance.
do you ever tell her stories of how your day went by? ‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.
do you ever tell her how you hated your boss terrifying you all the time with his non -sense demands? ‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.
do you ever tell her how you get excited over simple things that make you happy? ‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.
do you ever tell her how your feeling so bad when your ill? ‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.
oh, don’t get me wrong! ‘cos it’s okay. and damn! that’s the thing. i need to be okay.
in an array of crowd i look for you i look for your smile that obviously brightens my day even in a room filled with massive people i still hear your voice that sends a loving signal into my heart and oh, dear i smell you in every single perfume there is in the room.
and, i wonder.
even with the intriguing, interesting conversations i have i want a conversation with you, only you; for i felt more connection talking to you i felt it especially in between our pauses and silence i felt the agonizing need to say more, to talk more i felt the excruciating pain of the need to say out loud why i want you, you of all the people around.
and, i wonder.
people come and people go, some we may have forgotten, others we remember but if there is one constant companion i have in my heart, it was you i see you around in every corner where everyone is busy minding their own lives i hear you in every song played on air in FM stations as i travel alone i smell you in the aroma of my coffee each time i take a sip and i feel you holding my hand as i cross the chaotic street of the city.
and, i still wonder.
for over the years and over time i still haven’t figured it out i still haven’t realized, until today we were never really been friends all along ‘cos damn! we were too dumb not to realize, ’twas love all this time i guess it was just you and i who haven’t figured it out for friends say, it doesn’t take a genius to know that love was there from the beginning.
we took on the long drive with ease and confidence only when the road is clear and the world is in complete silence we took on the life’s challenges bravely without a fuss only when the circumstances and odds are upon us
what if the road is a long narrow stretch? will you still take on the challenge and put your skills to the edge? what if the road is icy and slippery; treacherous? will you take on and proceed to your destination even if its dangerous?
the road is not always clear and safe life is not always a bed of roses, the question is are you strong enough to take the risk? or are you weak to just tweak and retreat?