O gentle wind, why are you
Again playing games on me?
Entering my ajar door timidly
Yet enticing me shrewdly with your warm embrace.
O you little sly, why are you
Putting my mind into a spell?
Bringing along a scent as a bait
You completely put my heart into a trance.
Am I to believe or to deny?
Lady Hakim, is your presence in the house?
I walk down the corridor in haste
At times stumbling, faltering with my steps.
This mesmerizing scent leads me into a dimly lit room
But my pursuit ends up on a sad truth
Woe on me, my lady eludes me
Sitting on a corner, I feel so alone.
I look and stare at the sky, like mirror it flashes your sweet face
No matter what, no matter where, you and I will stick it out together,
We’ll hold each others hands and even though storms come our way
I’ll still be here, holding all to the promises we made, holding on to your hand.
So love me… take me
Cling on to our promises, and take out from here,
For hopelessness engulfs my soul, whenever we’re apart
So don’t put to waste all dreams and vows we made.
It’s good to dream so much than to dream nothing
Because lately I’m dreaming of you
Then by the stroke of fate,
You come along and share dreams with me.
Fools call me a fool for dreaming so much,
But wise men call me wise to dream so much than to dream nothing.
makes me fall inlove over and over again...remembering the times when I still haven't met the love of my life and spending hours imagining how my future life would be like when I finally find the one :)
ReplyDeleteNice one Kuya. You and Marri must make a collaboration of poems and compile them into a book. :)
ReplyDeleteDreaming is what I do when can't really accomplish the thing that I'd like to do so hey, dreaming is a great alternative hehehe..
ReplyDeleteoh I miss reading poems like this, or should I say I miss blog hopping. It's been a while, I'm glad to be back! :)
ReplyDeleteOhh dreams! this is another beautiful piece of yours, Papaleng! :)
ReplyDeleteI am already made aware that you write good poems, Papaleng. This one is no different. Your talent is just amazing. I am curious though kung sino ang model sa post na eto? Hihihi!
ReplyDeleteI guess it's better to be a fool with a dream than a wise man that has nothing to look forward to.
ReplyDeleteBut then again, too much dreaming would make us less believer of reality. ;)
ReplyDeleteI suddenly missed writing poems! ;)
cool! never in my life i thought i could able to write a poem! this is amazing one! good work!
ReplyDeleteWishing that my beau would be as good as a poet like you, Tay. Yours always sounds sweet and romantic. :)
ReplyDeleteWishing that my beau would be as good as a poet like you are, Tay. Yours always sounds sweet and romantic. :)
ReplyDeleteDon't you worry anak, he may not be a good poet like me, but one thing is so sure. He really loves you. :)
DeleteWow another nice produced poem Papaleng :) emotion can be easily sensed in the poem
ReplyDeleteI can't remember when was the last time I read a poem. I usually write poems before too! This is so sweet of you! :)
ReplyDeleteDreams is the start of reality so be wise and dream so you'll know what you want to achieve.
ReplyDeleteAww, that makes me cry. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteI am not a poet and I can hardly understand figures of speech. LOL. But kudos for finishing one, I can't make one that doesn't rhyme. Hahahaha.
ReplyDeleteThis already sounds like a song to me. My vivid imagination, with your words, takes me to the scene. Then I remember the lyrics, "Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you".
ReplyDeletethese lines simply touches me :)
ReplyDeleteIt's good to dream so much than to dream nothing
Because lately I'm dreaming of you…
another great piece from you :) I love dreaming and I think just like this poem, I dream to much and then by the stroke of fate, the one I am dreaming of, dreams with me :)
ReplyDelete"Fools call me a fool for dreaming so hard..." This really got into me.
ReplyDeleteThe girl in your photo looks so sweet. And the poem is very touching...
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