Elusive yet beautiful,
They call her an elusive beauty,
Love is it her name,
Powerful and potent she is.
Her power to create life,
Sow destruction from her breath,
Capable of things of many wonders,
For so that is love.
Sometimes love is not enough,
Reinforce with understanding
and patience,
Then will it blossom,
A flower of radiance.
I once believe in her,
In a time not long ago,
Elusive Love oh Elusive Love,,
Do i now or will i ever again believe?
Yesterday we were laughing,
Today i am shunned,
What was not done to you,
It was like done to you.
You say i can't be forgiven,
You say i can't learned,
You say i don't deserve good,
You say i don't have it.
When i look back i see memories,
Of laughter and joy,
When i open my eyes now,
Of tears sometimes emotions pour.
For once i don't feel like returning,
For once i lost my hope,
For once i can't see anything,
For once i say no.
Questions at times i can't answer,
Answers that take a lifetime to tell,
A tale never ends and winding,
Questions that keep ringing.
Maybe to never be known,
Maybe to never be heard,
Thus said is like dust,
Blown easily after dusted.
The four corners keeps me in,
At times so dark and cold,
The warmth i see outside,
At times the only respite i have.
At this land now i walk,
Away and further i move,
May the mountains and seas hide it,
For now i only wish to be away.
With a pen on my right,
Much have i wrote,
Stories of past and present,
Of the sun and rain.
Assorted tales of my past,
Of this life i cherish,
Some stories i can never erase,
Inked to a chapter.
When stories read again,
Memories flows like ink from
my pen,
Some chapters are best left
on the shelf,
While some read with fondness.
The permanent stain it holds,
Etches a lifetime of tales,
Bit by bit i pen down my life,
Upon a piece of paper called
memories.
