I remember the times we spend together
On those drives
We had a million questions
All about our lives
And when we got to New York
Everything felt right
I wish you were here with me
Tonight
I remember the days we spend together
Were not enough
And it used to feel like dream
Except we always woke up
Never thought not having you here now
Would hurt so much
Tonight I'm falling and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight
I remember the time you told me
About when you were eight
And all those things you said that night
That just couldn't wait
I remember the car you were last seating
And the games we would play
All the times we spilled our coffees
And stayed out way too late
I remember the time you sat and told me
About your Jesus
And how not to look back
Even if no one believes us
When it hurts so bad
Sometimes not having you here
I say
Tonight I'm falling and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight
I say
Tonight I'm falling and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
Saturday, January 29, 2011
THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY Source: The Manila Times By: Mark J. Macapagal
THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
Source: The Manila Times By: Mark J. Macapagal
In your life, you’ll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There’s the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you’re with…and the one that got away.
Who is the one that got away? I guess it’s that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn’t fall the right way, I suppose.
I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.
How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you’re not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, it just doesn’t work. Small problems become big; inconsequentials become dealbreakers simply because you’re not ready and it shows. It’s not that you and the person you’re with are no good; it’s just that it’s not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.
Then one day you’re ready. You really are. And when this happens you’ll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it’ll work because you’re ready. It’ll work because it’s the right time and you’ll make it work. And it’ll make sense, it really will.
So that day comes when you’re finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you’ve become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there’s no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you’re single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn’t matter.
All you know is that you’ve changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about.
You’ll think about them because you’ll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You’ll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?". That’s what the one that got away is. The biggest "What if?" you’ll have in your life.
If you’re married, you’ll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, nomatter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you’re mature enough to realize that you’re already with the one you’re with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you’ll think about him/her every so often, but it’s alright. It’s never nice to live with a "might have been," but it happens.
Maybe the one that got away is the one who’s already married. In which case it’s the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you’re old and gray and reminiscing. But if neither of that is the case, then it’s different. What do you do if it’s not yet too late? Simple…find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you’ll always wonder, what if you got that one?
Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn’t matter if you’ve dropped in from out of nowhere. You’d be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away."
You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won’t make a difference.
If the timing is finally right, it’ll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I’m thinking, it would be a great feeling in the end, to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you’re the one that almost got away."
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
Source: The Manila Times By: Mark J. Macapagal
In your life, you’ll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There’s the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you’re with…and the one that got away.
Who is the one that got away? I guess it’s that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn’t fall the right way, I suppose.
I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.
How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you’re not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, it just doesn’t work. Small problems become big; inconsequentials become dealbreakers simply because you’re not ready and it shows. It’s not that you and the person you’re with are no good; it’s just that it’s not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.
Then one day you’re ready. You really are. And when this happens you’ll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it’ll work because you’re ready. It’ll work because it’s the right time and you’ll make it work. And it’ll make sense, it really will.
So that day comes when you’re finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you’ve become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there’s no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you’re single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn’t matter.
All you know is that you’ve changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about.
You’ll think about them because you’ll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You’ll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?". That’s what the one that got away is. The biggest "What if?" you’ll have in your life.
If you’re married, you’ll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, nomatter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you’re mature enough to realize that you’re already with the one you’re with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you’ll think about him/her every so often, but it’s alright. It’s never nice to live with a "might have been," but it happens.
Maybe the one that got away is the one who’s already married. In which case it’s the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you’re old and gray and reminiscing. But if neither of that is the case, then it’s different. What do you do if it’s not yet too late? Simple…find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you’ll always wonder, what if you got that one?
Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn’t matter if you’ve dropped in from out of nowhere. You’d be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away."
You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won’t make a difference.
If the timing is finally right, it’ll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I’m thinking, it would be a great feeling in the end, to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you’re the one that almost got away."
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
HIDDEN LOVE
Author: Heather
Passion burning deep in my heart.
Wishing that we were never apart.
Coming together hand in hand.
Melted and pressed as grains of sand.
Shaping a most beautiful pane of glass.
Etchings abound and trimmed with brass.
A beautiful display wanting all to see.
Remains hidden and sheltered only for me.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
Passion burning deep in my heart.
Wishing that we were never apart.
Coming together hand in hand.
Melted and pressed as grains of sand.
Shaping a most beautiful pane of glass.
Etchings abound and trimmed with brass.
A beautiful display wanting all to see.
Remains hidden and sheltered only for me.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
Letting GO
“You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
When You Love Someone
When you love someone - you'll do anything you'll do all the crazy things
that you can't explain you'll shoot the moon - put out the sun
when you love someone,
you'll deny the truth - believe a lie...
there'll be times that you'll believe you can really fly
but you're lonely nights - have just begun when you love someone ...
when you love someone - you'll feel it deep inside and nothin else can ever change your mind
when you love someone - you'll sacrifice
you'd give it everything you got ...
and you won't think twice you'd risk it all -
no matter what may come when you love someone you'll shoot the moon - put out the sun when you love someone...
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
that you can't explain you'll shoot the moon - put out the sun
when you love someone,
you'll deny the truth - believe a lie...
there'll be times that you'll believe you can really fly
but you're lonely nights - have just begun when you love someone ...
when you love someone - you'll feel it deep inside and nothin else can ever change your mind
when you love someone - you'll sacrifice
you'd give it everything you got ...
and you won't think twice you'd risk it all -
no matter what may come when you love someone you'll shoot the moon - put out the sun when you love someone...
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
Friends Without Faces
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
I Love - by Melissa Neiding
I love to see you smile
And I love knowing that I caused that smile
I love to see you happy
And I love knowing that I caused that happiness
I love to look into your beautiful eyes
And I love the way I fall into them
I love it when you hold my hand
And I love having the courage to grab and hold yours
I love to tease and torment you
And I love it when you tease and torment me
I love it when you touch me
And I love to touch you
I love rediscovering how beautiful you are each time I see you
And I love realizing how attractive you make me feel
I love wanting so badly to kiss you
And I love the way you want to take things slow
I love the fact that you still want to be my friend
And I love that I want to be yours
I love so many things about you
But the most important thing is:
I Love you!
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
And I love knowing that I caused that smile
I love to see you happy
And I love knowing that I caused that happiness
I love to look into your beautiful eyes
And I love the way I fall into them
I love it when you hold my hand
And I love having the courage to grab and hold yours
I love to tease and torment you
And I love it when you tease and torment me
I love it when you touch me
And I love to touch you
I love rediscovering how beautiful you are each time I see you
And I love realizing how attractive you make me feel
I love wanting so badly to kiss you
And I love the way you want to take things slow
I love the fact that you still want to be my friend
And I love that I want to be yours
I love so many things about you
But the most important thing is:
I Love you!
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
When I Sleep by Tanya W.
When darkness awakens, my body settles gently into bed.
The events of my day race rapidly in my thoughts as I close my eyes.
Slowly, I am lulled into a peaceful sleep.
I hear vibrant music - so full of passion.
I feel the warmth of the sun’s rays that grace my presence.
I see kind, adoring eyes gazing back into mine.
The air is full happiness - so much laughter.
Soft caresses are exchanged.
At this moment, life could not be any more wonderful.
I have never felt so beautiful; as I do when I am with you.
I have finally found the respect and acceptance that I have yearned for.
I eagerly listen to inspirational dreams and goals
and know that I want to be the one to be there
when they are complete.
A thin line of love and friendship is crossed,
and two single souls find a home to share eternity.
Birds begin to proudly serenade the morning dawn.
Lonesome roads slowly progress into distinguished passageways.
Light peeps through my windows and I awaken to a new day.
I am ready to endure what the day has in store for me,
because I know that I am a queen,
and I know extraordinary love when I sleep.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
The events of my day race rapidly in my thoughts as I close my eyes.
Slowly, I am lulled into a peaceful sleep.
I hear vibrant music - so full of passion.
I feel the warmth of the sun’s rays that grace my presence.
I see kind, adoring eyes gazing back into mine.
The air is full happiness - so much laughter.
Soft caresses are exchanged.
At this moment, life could not be any more wonderful.
I have never felt so beautiful; as I do when I am with you.
I have finally found the respect and acceptance that I have yearned for.
I eagerly listen to inspirational dreams and goals
and know that I want to be the one to be there
when they are complete.
A thin line of love and friendship is crossed,
and two single souls find a home to share eternity.
Birds begin to proudly serenade the morning dawn.
Lonesome roads slowly progress into distinguished passageways.
Light peeps through my windows and I awaken to a new day.
I am ready to endure what the day has in store for me,
because I know that I am a queen,
and I know extraordinary love when I sleep.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
LOVE IS....
"Love is . . .
Being happy for the other person when they are happy,
Being sad for the person when they are sad,
Being together in good times, And being together in bad times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF STRENGTH.
Love is . . .
Being honest with yourself at all times,
Being honest with the other person at all times,
Telling, listening, respecting the truth,
And never pretending.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF REALITY.
Love is . . .
An understanding so complete that you feel as if you are a part of the other person,
Accepting the other person just the way they are,
And not trying to change them to be something else.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF UNITY.
Love is . . .
The freedom to pursue your own desires while sharing your experiences with the other person,
The growth of one individual alongside of and together with the growth of another individual.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SUCCESS.
Love is . . .
The excitement of planning things together,
The excitement of doing things together.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF THE FUTURE.
Love is . . .
The fury of the storm,
The calm in the rainbow.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF PASSION.
Love is . . .
Giving and taking in a daily situation,
Being patient with each other's needs and desires.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SHARING.
Love is . . .
Knowing that the other person will always be with you regardless of what happens,
Missing the other person when they are away but remaining near in heart at all times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SECURITY.
LOVE IS . . . THE SOURCE OF LIFE!"
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
Being happy for the other person when they are happy,
Being sad for the person when they are sad,
Being together in good times, And being together in bad times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF STRENGTH.
Love is . . .
Being honest with yourself at all times,
Being honest with the other person at all times,
Telling, listening, respecting the truth,
And never pretending.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF REALITY.
Love is . . .
An understanding so complete that you feel as if you are a part of the other person,
Accepting the other person just the way they are,
And not trying to change them to be something else.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF UNITY.
Love is . . .
The freedom to pursue your own desires while sharing your experiences with the other person,
The growth of one individual alongside of and together with the growth of another individual.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SUCCESS.
Love is . . .
The excitement of planning things together,
The excitement of doing things together.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF THE FUTURE.
Love is . . .
The fury of the storm,
The calm in the rainbow.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF PASSION.
Love is . . .
Giving and taking in a daily situation,
Being patient with each other's needs and desires.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SHARING.
Love is . . .
Knowing that the other person will always be with you regardless of what happens,
Missing the other person when they are away but remaining near in heart at all times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SECURITY.
LOVE IS . . . THE SOURCE OF LIFE!"
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
SILENT LOVE Author: Reden Magpantay Jobli
Have you ever been silently in love
With someone you can never have?
So close you can touch her hand Yet,
so far to feel her heart?
Have you ever lived in pretense
Quietly loving without any condition?
A feeling of love that's unknown
Hiding it, not knowing for how long.
Have you ever fallen deeply
Loving the person unconditionally?
So afraid to say what you feel
Acting normal, keeping things still.
Have you ever been hurt unintentionally
But put on a smile, pretended to be happy?
Deep inside you're in pain and suffering But outside you're jolly and laughing.
Why does holding her hand feel so right? Your heart smiles everytime she's at sight
Hearing her sweet voice makes your day Hope you can hug her in a special way.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
With someone you can never have?
So close you can touch her hand Yet,
so far to feel her heart?
Have you ever lived in pretense
Quietly loving without any condition?
A feeling of love that's unknown
Hiding it, not knowing for how long.
Have you ever fallen deeply
Loving the person unconditionally?
So afraid to say what you feel
Acting normal, keeping things still.
Have you ever been hurt unintentionally
But put on a smile, pretended to be happy?
Deep inside you're in pain and suffering But outside you're jolly and laughing.
Why does holding her hand feel so right? Your heart smiles everytime she's at sight
Hearing her sweet voice makes your day Hope you can hug her in a special way.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
"In Love........With A Stranger"
although he has yet to touch me
alongside my spirit, i feel his very presence
a scent i've yet to capture
yet, on the tip of my nose, i smell his effervescence
a taste i've yet to acquire
but by licking my lips, his thoughts, they've kissed
not once have i been blessed with his warm embrace
still he is so dearly missed
he caresses me
ever so gently
through beautifully versed diction
soothes my soul
captor of my attention, makes me whole
and with my reality, causes some friction
on the many nights of lonely
consumed with "if only"
window slightly ajar
so close, yet so far
his location, a mystery
yet my hearts residence, is there, with he
if only, he could hold me
if only, he could console me
if only, his fingertips
could catch the tears, as they fell to my lips
if only, he could hear my souls sighs
as my weary heart cries
i listen
intently to each and every syllable he does project
selfishly wishing he only spoke to me
so, i can guarantee, that he, only i, can protect
i whisper to all others
so only he can savor my voices tone
replaying our sessions of conversing
physically absent, soulfully present, yet and still alone
i shutter
from the absence of him as the breeze pierces my skin
how can i even begin
to express this overwhelmingly unwavering emotion coaxed out of me
by he
how do i commence speaking of someone that i don't even know
yet
my heart aches, for him, so
how is it
that here i sit
yearning for a touch
aching, ever so much
while absent is he
but whole heartedly
i truly believe
that him and i
we
are no longer separate entities
in love, eachother , we would find
oh, nevermind
i am in clear view of potential emotional wreckage and danger
for i
am in love..............with a stranger
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
alongside my spirit, i feel his very presence
a scent i've yet to capture
yet, on the tip of my nose, i smell his effervescence
a taste i've yet to acquire
but by licking my lips, his thoughts, they've kissed
not once have i been blessed with his warm embrace
still he is so dearly missed
he caresses me
ever so gently
through beautifully versed diction
soothes my soul
captor of my attention, makes me whole
and with my reality, causes some friction
on the many nights of lonely
consumed with "if only"
window slightly ajar
so close, yet so far
his location, a mystery
yet my hearts residence, is there, with he
if only, he could hold me
if only, he could console me
if only, his fingertips
could catch the tears, as they fell to my lips
if only, he could hear my souls sighs
as my weary heart cries
i listen
intently to each and every syllable he does project
selfishly wishing he only spoke to me
so, i can guarantee, that he, only i, can protect
i whisper to all others
so only he can savor my voices tone
replaying our sessions of conversing
physically absent, soulfully present, yet and still alone
i shutter
from the absence of him as the breeze pierces my skin
how can i even begin
to express this overwhelmingly unwavering emotion coaxed out of me
by he
how do i commence speaking of someone that i don't even know
yet
my heart aches, for him, so
how is it
that here i sit
yearning for a touch
aching, ever so much
while absent is he
but whole heartedly
i truly believe
that him and i
we
are no longer separate entities
in love, eachother , we would find
oh, nevermind
i am in clear view of potential emotional wreckage and danger
for i
am in love..............with a stranger
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
The Perfect Stranger
I’ve given my heart to a perfect stranger, a stranger I’ve known all my life.
In the still of the night I’ve heard her voice, I’ve seen her face,
In my dreams I’ve spoken to her and felt her skin on mine.
Strange how fast love grows, how fast it flourishes,
Strange how we are governed by our hearts,
How logic and all sense are overruled by its’ desires,
How uncontrollably, hopelessly I’ve gravitated toward you,
Endlessly falling into the thought of you,
Lost in the fantasy of waking in your presence and you in mine,
Lost in a world where your heart is mine to own, to cherish, to safeguard.
Tell me God, has pure happiness past me by?
Is the puzzle which is my life meant to be incomplete?
I know love isn’t perfect but I am able to love her perfectly,
I know love is not easy but I can love her easily.
Is there love without restraint? Unselfish, without blemish and stain?
Or does love equal war, deception and pain?
I’ve always known you, I’ve always dreamt of you, always wished for you, always desired you.
My love is forever open to you,
For it knows no faults, no bounds, no doubts in you,
As will these arms always be ready to hold you and protect you.
But until then my Love, my Angel, my Stranger,
I’ll be waiting every night, hoping to see you again,
To meet you on that cloud with the heart engraved swing entwined with golden leaves.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
In the still of the night I’ve heard her voice, I’ve seen her face,
In my dreams I’ve spoken to her and felt her skin on mine.
Strange how fast love grows, how fast it flourishes,
Strange how we are governed by our hearts,
How logic and all sense are overruled by its’ desires,
How uncontrollably, hopelessly I’ve gravitated toward you,
Endlessly falling into the thought of you,
Lost in the fantasy of waking in your presence and you in mine,
Lost in a world where your heart is mine to own, to cherish, to safeguard.
Tell me God, has pure happiness past me by?
Is the puzzle which is my life meant to be incomplete?
I know love isn’t perfect but I am able to love her perfectly,
I know love is not easy but I can love her easily.
Is there love without restraint? Unselfish, without blemish and stain?
Or does love equal war, deception and pain?
I’ve always known you, I’ve always dreamt of you, always wished for you, always desired you.
My love is forever open to you,
For it knows no faults, no bounds, no doubts in you,
As will these arms always be ready to hold you and protect you.
But until then my Love, my Angel, my Stranger,
I’ll be waiting every night, hoping to see you again,
To meet you on that cloud with the heart engraved swing entwined with golden leaves.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
Falling Leaf
I am a falling leaf, detached from your stem. No longer a part of you, nothing else comes but grief. And death - your sap refusing to sustain me further, I fall. Past the branches, past the healthy leaves I can't help but envy.
I started as a bud, young, fresh, and vibrant. I was so excited to see my first sunrise, with you. I know now that it wasn't really the sunrise, but it was because you were holding me through the experience that it became all the more glorious.
We used to spend all day together and we couldn't ever go apart, even if we tried. We endured wind after wind, rain after rain, and even the occasional caterpillar staggering past. We would talk, we would watch the moon rise and set, we would try to see as far as the eye could see, and we were happy.
Now I only see the other leaves idling lazily past as I glide down to my oblivion. I was once one of them, alive, clinging happily to a twig, your twig, dancing to the wind, listening to the crickets, sharing with you the morning dew.
Then came autumn, and the cold. First the wind grew cold, then you (or was it the other way around?).
It was supposed to be just a normal breeze, one I usually survived with little effort, because you held on with me. I found out that my feeble hands were too weak to cling on to you by myself. I needed you to see how desperately I tried to keep my grip on your stem. I needed you to help me, but I suppose you felt the cold too, and couldn’t hang on.
Little by little we lost touch. We slipped... slowly. It gave me the illusion that the breeze was going to be past us soon and I could regain my handle and maybe, it would be stronger this time.
Wrong!
So wrong, for just as the first breeze was dwindling down another one came, a stronger one. I never saw it coming.
I screamed, but being a leaf I can only scream so loud. You looked at me sadly, perhaps remembering the sunrises we shared. Perhaps realizing that I never had the opportunity to grow out of budhood and become a full-grown leaf before death's swift sickle came.
As I fall, I feel an odd wetness on my cheek. I look and see that it's not dew but a tear, my first. I heard from an old leaf once that as you were falling, you would see your life pass quickly before you, scene by scene. I expected that much, I just never expected it to be this soon. I was just a bud on your stem, we were supposed to grow together!
At the same time as each scene comes across my eyes another wind blows, and I see the ground retreating quickly. I wonder where this wind is taking me now, but I fervently hope that it sets me down by your feet.
Maybe then as the cold season ends and spring comes, I’d seep back into the soil and you'd take me back into you. Perhaps to become another leaf. Perhaps the next time I’d have the chance to grow fully and grow old holding your stem.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
I started as a bud, young, fresh, and vibrant. I was so excited to see my first sunrise, with you. I know now that it wasn't really the sunrise, but it was because you were holding me through the experience that it became all the more glorious.
We used to spend all day together and we couldn't ever go apart, even if we tried. We endured wind after wind, rain after rain, and even the occasional caterpillar staggering past. We would talk, we would watch the moon rise and set, we would try to see as far as the eye could see, and we were happy.
Now I only see the other leaves idling lazily past as I glide down to my oblivion. I was once one of them, alive, clinging happily to a twig, your twig, dancing to the wind, listening to the crickets, sharing with you the morning dew.
Then came autumn, and the cold. First the wind grew cold, then you (or was it the other way around?).
It was supposed to be just a normal breeze, one I usually survived with little effort, because you held on with me. I found out that my feeble hands were too weak to cling on to you by myself. I needed you to see how desperately I tried to keep my grip on your stem. I needed you to help me, but I suppose you felt the cold too, and couldn’t hang on.
Little by little we lost touch. We slipped... slowly. It gave me the illusion that the breeze was going to be past us soon and I could regain my handle and maybe, it would be stronger this time.
Wrong!
So wrong, for just as the first breeze was dwindling down another one came, a stronger one. I never saw it coming.
I screamed, but being a leaf I can only scream so loud. You looked at me sadly, perhaps remembering the sunrises we shared. Perhaps realizing that I never had the opportunity to grow out of budhood and become a full-grown leaf before death's swift sickle came.
As I fall, I feel an odd wetness on my cheek. I look and see that it's not dew but a tear, my first. I heard from an old leaf once that as you were falling, you would see your life pass quickly before you, scene by scene. I expected that much, I just never expected it to be this soon. I was just a bud on your stem, we were supposed to grow together!
At the same time as each scene comes across my eyes another wind blows, and I see the ground retreating quickly. I wonder where this wind is taking me now, but I fervently hope that it sets me down by your feet.
Maybe then as the cold season ends and spring comes, I’d seep back into the soil and you'd take me back into you. Perhaps to become another leaf. Perhaps the next time I’d have the chance to grow fully and grow old holding your stem.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
: Love, from one dimension to another
Yet as soon as I try to describe what I feel for you, I start to flounder. Thousands of words rush simultaneously to my brain, and I could only capture three of them.
That is not enough. I want to describe how you make an uneventful day exciting and full of discovery . I want to describe the frustration, anger, hopelessness I feel when a day passes by without a sign of your existence. I want to capture in words how you feed my hunger, my sickness.
And even these magnificent declarations leave me inadequate. I want to give this an accurate mental image of you, of how you love drinking a cup of coffee first thing in the morning, of how you enjoy music as much as I do. I want to create you, just like a sculptor renders life into a piece of wood. I want your likeness… your pain, your suffering, your startling wisdom, your acerbic sense of humor.
I want you alive on this piece of paper.
I want to bring you to life and then put an end to it.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
That is not enough. I want to describe how you make an uneventful day exciting and full of discovery . I want to describe the frustration, anger, hopelessness I feel when a day passes by without a sign of your existence. I want to capture in words how you feed my hunger, my sickness.
And even these magnificent declarations leave me inadequate. I want to give this an accurate mental image of you, of how you love drinking a cup of coffee first thing in the morning, of how you enjoy music as much as I do. I want to create you, just like a sculptor renders life into a piece of wood. I want your likeness… your pain, your suffering, your startling wisdom, your acerbic sense of humor.
I want you alive on this piece of paper.
I want to bring you to life and then put an end to it.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
Why I Love You?
I love you maybe because I found my future in you. Maybe because you have inspired and helped me build my dreams, I learned to realize that you're all that I ever need to live and continue my destiny.
It is true that you have helped me realize my dreams. When my eyes got their first look at you, I realized I just simply couldn't help myself but to dream about you in the most special way that I can. I dream you would be the one I would be sharing my dreams and future with. I dream you would become my husband that special fellow whom I would be loving even to the last of my breath. I dream you would be the father of my children and together we would share our ups and downs, triumphs and defeats. I dream that with your help, we would be able to raise our children and we would be able to see them grow by time until the moment they too have realized their dreams have come true.
I dream about those Sundays. We would go to church and after that we would go to some places elsewhere and there we would all enjoy the company of each other.
I dream about those nights in which before we put ourselves to sleep, we would first have short conversations. We would be talking about our plans and how could we further show how much we love each other. We would also reminisce about our past. We would be promising and swearing each other that we would only love one another. And while we exchange promises, we are holding each other, kissing each other, and making love with each other until we have fallen asleep.
Yes, these dreams, whether they would all come true or not, have come to me because you simply inspire me. Definitely, you are my inspiration - in everything that I do and will be doing still, there will only be one person behind all those, and that is only you.
I love you perhaps because you simply own that sweeping aura that literally always sweeps me away. I have really never found someone that could send insurmountable shock in me except you. Every time you are around, I am simply not in myself. You definitely are not as handsome and captivating as Brad Pitt or other too-many to mention men, who I have great crushes and obsession, but I know for sure, you are more sweeping than those guys! You're simple yet hidden behind that simplicity is the great amount of character.
Honestly, I have countless dislikes on you. I don't like the way you move yet you have captured my attention when you move. You sometimes possess qualities which could simply and easily make girls turn off with you. There's masculinity in your laughers, however, most of the times they break down barriers - sometimes they become excessive, really excessive.
I don't like when you seem to take for granted others' feelings. Sometimes you didn't notice you were hurting someone else's feeling already. Of course, you did that a lot of times to me. I really hate the feeling of seemingly melting like a candle because of your continuing insult of my heart. I hate to hear from you how you were wishing you were her boyfriend, it simply breaks my heart into pieces, and it shatters my dreams into minute particles. I really hate it when you ignore my feelings for you. I have told you I love you and yet I could see no reaction from you. I hate it when there are times I realize you simply cannot fall in love with me; not a guy like you could fall in love with someone like me.
I really hate how you easily make me cry, just as how you weirdly easily make me happy. I hate the fact that one smile from you simply makes my day, simply satisfies my burning need to be noticed by you.
To tell you, I have sobbed the countless teardrops because of you. There were even times I even wanted to end it all up FOR GOOD simply because I couldn't bear that eerie thought of you ending up with another woman. I really hate the thoughts of you slapping my dreams with your ignorance of my love. I really hate that scary notion that I will never be able to live my future right if you would be not by my side. You know, I really hate how you are putting through me all these crazy and paralyzing things, and that while I am experiencing the agony, there you are unconsciously continuing to pile up my burden.
Unexplainably, despite all these killing things you have put me through, still you are the one I really love! I couldn't deny the fact that your love simply has the complete package - with it and if it would be mine, I could never wish anything else anymore. My everything and my all is simply your love!
The quest for your love has simply made me realize who I really am and what I really want my life to be. Yes, you bring out in me the true meaning of life - no matter how cruel things could be, when you experience the beauty of love, everything can still be beautiful. You simply taught me one important reality - even in the realm of damnation and hellish world, happiness could still reign!
The fact that I can still feel love in spite all the cruelties of life, is maybe reason enough for me to give you all my thanks for letting me love you even though my dreams seem to have very little room in reality. I am really grateful to have you as my loved one!
I love you perhaps because simply I love you. Perhaps because it is with you that heart beats. I love you maybe because my heart tells me that you should really be the one I should love. Or maybe I love you because that is what is written in the book of my fate. I love you maybe because God wants me to love you and that He chose you above the rest.
Yes, maybe it is my destiny - I am destined to love you and that you are destined to be loved by me! But whatever the exact reasons maybe, again it is only my fate that holds the answers. But as for now while I continue to ask the question "Why I love you?" I would just continue loving you with all my hopes still with me. Hopefully, hopefully...
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
It is true that you have helped me realize my dreams. When my eyes got their first look at you, I realized I just simply couldn't help myself but to dream about you in the most special way that I can. I dream you would be the one I would be sharing my dreams and future with. I dream you would become my husband that special fellow whom I would be loving even to the last of my breath. I dream you would be the father of my children and together we would share our ups and downs, triumphs and defeats. I dream that with your help, we would be able to raise our children and we would be able to see them grow by time until the moment they too have realized their dreams have come true.
I dream about those Sundays. We would go to church and after that we would go to some places elsewhere and there we would all enjoy the company of each other.
I dream about those nights in which before we put ourselves to sleep, we would first have short conversations. We would be talking about our plans and how could we further show how much we love each other. We would also reminisce about our past. We would be promising and swearing each other that we would only love one another. And while we exchange promises, we are holding each other, kissing each other, and making love with each other until we have fallen asleep.
Yes, these dreams, whether they would all come true or not, have come to me because you simply inspire me. Definitely, you are my inspiration - in everything that I do and will be doing still, there will only be one person behind all those, and that is only you.
I love you perhaps because you simply own that sweeping aura that literally always sweeps me away. I have really never found someone that could send insurmountable shock in me except you. Every time you are around, I am simply not in myself. You definitely are not as handsome and captivating as Brad Pitt or other too-many to mention men, who I have great crushes and obsession, but I know for sure, you are more sweeping than those guys! You're simple yet hidden behind that simplicity is the great amount of character.
Honestly, I have countless dislikes on you. I don't like the way you move yet you have captured my attention when you move. You sometimes possess qualities which could simply and easily make girls turn off with you. There's masculinity in your laughers, however, most of the times they break down barriers - sometimes they become excessive, really excessive.
I don't like when you seem to take for granted others' feelings. Sometimes you didn't notice you were hurting someone else's feeling already. Of course, you did that a lot of times to me. I really hate the feeling of seemingly melting like a candle because of your continuing insult of my heart. I hate to hear from you how you were wishing you were her boyfriend, it simply breaks my heart into pieces, and it shatters my dreams into minute particles. I really hate it when you ignore my feelings for you. I have told you I love you and yet I could see no reaction from you. I hate it when there are times I realize you simply cannot fall in love with me; not a guy like you could fall in love with someone like me.
I really hate how you easily make me cry, just as how you weirdly easily make me happy. I hate the fact that one smile from you simply makes my day, simply satisfies my burning need to be noticed by you.
To tell you, I have sobbed the countless teardrops because of you. There were even times I even wanted to end it all up FOR GOOD simply because I couldn't bear that eerie thought of you ending up with another woman. I really hate the thoughts of you slapping my dreams with your ignorance of my love. I really hate that scary notion that I will never be able to live my future right if you would be not by my side. You know, I really hate how you are putting through me all these crazy and paralyzing things, and that while I am experiencing the agony, there you are unconsciously continuing to pile up my burden.
Unexplainably, despite all these killing things you have put me through, still you are the one I really love! I couldn't deny the fact that your love simply has the complete package - with it and if it would be mine, I could never wish anything else anymore. My everything and my all is simply your love!
The quest for your love has simply made me realize who I really am and what I really want my life to be. Yes, you bring out in me the true meaning of life - no matter how cruel things could be, when you experience the beauty of love, everything can still be beautiful. You simply taught me one important reality - even in the realm of damnation and hellish world, happiness could still reign!
The fact that I can still feel love in spite all the cruelties of life, is maybe reason enough for me to give you all my thanks for letting me love you even though my dreams seem to have very little room in reality. I am really grateful to have you as my loved one!
I love you perhaps because simply I love you. Perhaps because it is with you that heart beats. I love you maybe because my heart tells me that you should really be the one I should love. Or maybe I love you because that is what is written in the book of my fate. I love you maybe because God wants me to love you and that He chose you above the rest.
Yes, maybe it is my destiny - I am destined to love you and that you are destined to be loved by me! But whatever the exact reasons maybe, again it is only my fate that holds the answers. But as for now while I continue to ask the question "Why I love you?" I would just continue loving you with all my hopes still with me. Hopefully, hopefully...
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
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