Friday, July 11, 2008 . 00:15
The date approaches slowly. Flipping through the mails, I realized that it all began on the same day. Being brought together on the same date but we still parted unknowingly. It had been four years. That's kinda long. We all have grown up and yet.. sigh.
Then was then while my words was filled with passion and adoration. It was the turning point. The prelude to all that I am now. The beginning of the story. Gay was still the word and now it is still the word for me.
This poem of the yesteryear was sent and was charged with feelings I couldn't comprehend. It's all too late for me realize it now. I lost a part of me to you.
I still miss you. I still pray.
Little Things
by Eric W.
So often I tend to notice things,
And cannot help but think of you
A certain flower or a baby`s smile
Something as silly as the color blue
Or a morning`s breeze across my face,
Like your gentle whisper in my ear
The rubbing on of a certain scent,
And I swear it`s just like you`re here
And the little things that often pass,
Without a second thought or wonder why
Later seem to mean so much
So dear to my heart it makes me cry
A song who's lyrics can open my love
Unleashing such feelings for you
I picture us dancing so close, so tight
And how all my dreams have come true
As the sun fades, day gives way to night,
And the stars begin to shine,
I see each sparkle from inside your eyes,
And that`s how I know that you`re mine
It`s the simple things like this,
That though apart, I continue to see
I pray for the day we`re together as one
And share all these "little things" with me
Julian L.