still poetry

Love wasn’t supposed to be rational.

hakuna matata

months ago, when going through some major rifts that involved quite a few people, and most especially threatened the stability of my relationship with Ed, i had fears that we would both cower and run towards our various hiding places. instead, we stuck it through and found refuge in one another. i was amazed at how he was able to stand up for me, and in return i never turned my back on him as well. it was a happy feeling knowing that he’d be willing to give up ANYTHING for me.

i never had as much feeling of satisfaction before – knowing that someone always prays for you, wishes you good health, and is happy when you’re happy. last night, me and Ed had another one of those nights wherein we just watched the world go by. most people say it is an amazing feat to be able to just sit down, shut up for a minute and comfortably share a silence with another person.

Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy

this was a comment he dropped at my friendster page a few months back. “hakuna matata” is a Swahili phrase which literally means “no worries”. it almost made me cringe. i was glad i can finally rest my worries and just be happy with this person. that is my wealth.

crash into me

Youve got your ball
Youve got your chain
Tied to me tight tie me up again
Whos got their claws
In you my friend
Into your heart Ill beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll
Lost for you Im so lost for you
You come crash into me
And I come into you
I come into you…

Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
Im bare boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
Into me, baby
And I come into you…

Oh I watch you there
Through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
Wear it so well
Tied up and twisted
The way Id like to be
For you, for me, come crash
Into me.

- Dave Mathews Band

hopeless romantic

Oh yes, you can break into a laughing fit. But I would proudly admit that I am easily swept away by poetic verses and a few gentlemanly acts. And my man almost always manages to hit the right spot when it comes to this department.

When I last checked my friendster account, I was greeted by a very nice (and yeah, mushy and cheesy) poem by Pablo Neruda that Ed sent me as a comment. Here goes…

In My Sky At Twilight

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon’s
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.

Pablo Neruda