For Affection

It comes from the heart

That longs for belonging

In search of intimacy and oneness

For that kind of feeling so real and pure

Wanting to have the one you call your own

Never want to be part of another

Neither chasing the crowd around

Nor walking around in the dark

Keeping out the future never talking about it

But affection beclouds everything

We long for it and crave after it so much

That everyone wants to have love

Everywhere I turn all the places

That have been every smiles is a new horizon

On that land have never seen

You see them everyone wants it

So much desperate to keep it all along

We work towards it to really make it work

Just to keep the love tank full

For affection not to fade away

We are all what we have

 Our life depends on it

It makes us come alive

Making it so real with us

Because of we are in love

Affection…for it we cross the sea

Affection…for it we delve into the ocean

Affection…for it we take the flight and cross the ocean

Affection…for it we make the world go around

With kingdoms are conquered and hard heart are melted

So what do you want to say?

With it we conquered everything

Love is like a careless seed planted

And nourish with affection and care

Love has virtually conquered everything…for affection

DREAMZ

Dreamz: Girls Version

Find a guy who calls you beautiful

Instead of hot, who calls you back

When you hang up on him

Who will lie under the star

To listen to your heart beat

Will stay awake

Just to watch you sleep

Wait for the boy who kisses

Your forehead, who wants to show you off,

To the world when you are in sweats

Who holds your hand

In front of his friend

Who thinks you are just as pretty

As you are without make-up on

One who is constantly reminding

You of how much he cares

And how much he misses you

And how lucky he is to have you

The one who turns to his friends

And say, “That’s her”…

Dreamz: Boys Version

Find a girl who calls you handsome

Instead of hot, who calls you back

When you hang up on her

Who will lie under the moon

Just to listen to your heart beat

One who will stay awake

Just to watch you sleep

Wait for the girl who kisses

Your forehead, who wants to

Show you off to the world when you are in heat

Who holds your hand

In front of her friends

Who thinks you are just

As handsome as when you wake-up in the morning

One who always reminds you of how much she loves and adores you

And how much she misses you

And how lucky she feels having you

The one who turns to her friends, family and well-wishers

And then say with so much excitement and assurance, “that him”… 

When I Was Your Man

I saw you flitting away

out from my arms lost long ago

in another man’s world

consume in emotional infidelity

I know have lost

I wish I would have bought flower

meeting all the needs on your check list

intoxicated with materialism fading out

as I see you through it all

my baby is dancing with another man

look at her as she becomes someone else

never looking back neither wants to think twice

of her actions and decisions

think twice remember how will use to be

back then when I was your man

beclouding your mind and thought

becoming your sleeping and waking thought

all along you carried along with me

all because of the material gifts I showered on you

little wonder when you said you love me

is all because of is still meets your demand

but alas is now it seems to me you are gone

like a candle in the wind, a book that left the shelf

drifted and  blinded by the lust of money

when I was your man

see my baby is dancing with another man

as she finds comfort and warmth in his arms

blinded and blind folded with the quest of materialism

as she takes her flight far from me

when I was your man

I wish I would have bought flowers

rose so full of scented perfumes

gifts of all sorts diamond, clothes, shoes and bags

with all sorts of make-up kit and hair do

when I was your man…but you are now someone else

A Love Story: To Tell One Day

Though it’s hard to imagine, some day I will tell my children

The story I’m writing with my life today but that realization

Does little to save me from the puzzling maze called ‘now’

“History never looks like history when you are living through

It,” says John Gardner. “It always looks confusing and messy

And it always feels uncomfortable.”

As I stand on this right side of matrimony with no potential

Mate in sight, I’m right in the middle of the messiness and

Confusion. I still have so many questions. Will I still have so

Many questions. Will I know when I’m walking through my

Story for the first time? Will I recognize the event that will

Begin the chapters of my love story with my mate? Will

Time stand still for one moment to tell me that this person

-this one person, out of all the billions bustling on the planet

-is this one? Will I realize when it happens? Or might I miss it?

Some questions are probably best left unasked. I know I should

Push them aside and wait for life to unfold its mysteries. Someday

When I am older and wiser I’ll sit back and tell my story to

Someone who will listen. And as I tell my story, will I remember

The doubt and questions of today? Or will I have forgotten the

Silent longings; will they wash away like footprint on an ocean shore?

I’ll probably tell some young fool the same things I get tired of hearing  

From others. I’ll tell him to bide his time, “for it is sure to work out in the end.”

And of course, “You can’t rush these things.”

Someday I’ll have a story to tell and so will you.

How will you respond when one day you look back?

On your love story? Will it tears of joy or tears of remorse?

Will it remind you of God’s goodness or your lack of faith in that goodness?

Will it be a story of purity, faith and selfless love?

Or will it be a story of impatience? It’s your choice.

I encourage you (and continue to remind myself)

to write a love story with your life

that you’ll feel proud to tell.

The Beauty of a Woman

The outside is the key the inside is the bonus

The beauty of a woman last for a season

But the intent of a woman last forever

The greatest beauty cause the greatest ruin

Woman’s beauty her glory

Never get into any lady

Just because of the outer appearance

Because the inside beauty is what will remain

When the outer beauty is far gone

We are all like grass

at dawn we glow like an halogen bulb

but at even time we fade away in the sun

so what will you fall  back on

when the beauty has gone faraway

the beauty of a woman last for just a season

you see them around

in various forms and shape

yet you can never tell what’s inside

never cast your gaze on the outer part

but take time look inwardly before you say I do

it is better to have a broken courtship

then a marriage lived under enduring leading to mirage

so never, never let your gaze be on the inside beauty

but look beyond the outer side and look carefully inward

a character is what matters most it can never be bought with money

you fall for beauty

you are lead by lust

never love as some people go about

advertising love turning inside out to be lust

to handle yourself use your head…others use your heart {chest}

Remember,

the greatest  beauty

cause the greatest ruin

look beyond beauty concentrate on character

character lives on when beauty would have call it a day

the beauty of a woman is in her character