Love will not wait

This poem has inspired me a lot for inducing me to be proud of myself. Not to mention that it triggers me to be aware of my responsibilities, never give up and appreciate what I have got presently. For one simple reason, I know that someone out there, more or less, cares for me. And I am grateful for that, always ... Just want to dedicate it to all of you. Have fun !
I LOVE THE WAY....
Author Unknown
I love the way we've been from the start,
The way your love melts my heart,
That you've been as caring as can be,
You've been the sweetest person to me.
I love the way we have so much in common,
Maybe because for me you're the right person.
I love the way that nobody sees me like you do,
The way you give me love so true.
I love the way we talk on the phone even for a while,
The way your voice makes me smile.
I love the way we share precious memories,
That forever my heart will cherish.
I love the way you give me your sweet embrace,
The way I feel the warmth of your breath on my face,
The way I feel the softness of your lips when we kiss,
So close we are, I wish we'll forever be like this.
I love the way you look into my eyes,
The way we make each other realize,
That we should keep going strong,
Even though they think this is wrong.
I love the way we dream together,
And the way we promised each other,
No matter how much we would suffer,
It'll be us, it'll be forever.

A minute. An hour. A day ... Life is slipping away, inevitably. Apparently, I have known that the essence of who I am is of the most importance, neither who nor what they have imposed on me. But occasionally, the feeling of frustration, helplessness and pointlessness penetrates me so deeply and painfully. I read it and marvel that how fortunate I am to exist in this world repeatedly everyday .... but ... obviously, time is slipping away and so am I.
May you...
May today there be peace within.
May you trust your highest power that you
are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite
possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received,
and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance,
and to bask in the sun;
it is there for each and every one of you.
Love is trusting, accepting and believing, without guarantee. For it is continually offering itself in a mutual revealing, a mutual sharing.
Được taruy sửa chữa / chuyển vào 02:35 ngày 07/03/2003

A Silent Love Too Late
Here we are
Together
But apart
Two days that cannot become one night
I listen to all the pain
You hold deep within
And I listen to all the love you hold
But it is not mine to hold true
You tell me secrets
For I hold so deep within
But here are my secrets
For you do not know
I hold a love to
A love I held so deep within
But I was too late
You found another
And I found the nightõ?Ư.alone
I see your smile
But you do not see my tears
I willed it not
You spoke of spring love
But I spoke of pain
Pain of knowing
I held within me
One day we grew apart
And I changed
Nowõ?Ưyou left behind the night
My only friend
I hear your cry
But I do not return
For you were too late
For my soul is the only thing remain
From this world of night
Love is trusting, accepting and believing, without guarantee. For it is continually offering itself in a mutual revealing, a mutual sharing.

Ai đó đã nói, chia tay là hết, có gặp nhau, mỉm cười, cũng chỉ là giả tạo.
Vậy là, còn 1 tuần nữa, em sẽ về Việt Nam. Cũng chỉ 2 tuần trước, em vẫn còn nói: " Về Việt Nam ngày nào em cũng viết mail thăm anh ha ".
Để rồi, 2 tuần sau, biết:
Tất cả là giả dối. Ngậm ngùi.
Bạn tôi bảo: " Mày ủy mị và tin người quá. Chỉ chuốc khổ vào thân " . Có lẽ đúng thật. Nhưng tôi là thế. Vẫn sống, vẫn yêu và vẫn tin, rồi điều tốt cũng sẽ đến.
Không trách em. Cũng không giả vờ tha thứ.
Chỉ là một giấc mơ, đã qua.

Love is trusting, accepting and believing, without guarantee. For it is continually offering itself in a mutual revealing, a mutual sharing.

Sms cuối cùng:
" Ừ, tất cả là giả dối, tôi lừa dối anh, tôi khinh miệt anh.
Vậy đó. Để tôi dược yên "
Hay thật !
Love is trusting, accepting and believing, without guarantee. For it is continually offering itself in a mutual revealing, a mutual sharing.