A Lover's Poem

It is ironic how beautiful things are able to come out of suffering.

Here is my work. Beautiful it may or may not be. But to me,

it summarises my rollercoaster ride in my slumpy state.

Please enjoy. You are free to distribute it as you wish.

So please enjoy my brief moment of vulnerability; it won't last so take it.

Comments appreciated. Much love.







A Lover's Poem


God and I had a one-way verbal joust today


I yelled, "Are you happy now?! HEY?!"

In return, did I receive, the peace of God.

The last thing I wanted, yet the only thing to hold,

the only thing to hold my broken self. Behold,

the human being in all its weakness,

vulnerability, insecurity; it's meekness.



I want to let it all out, to keep it all in,

to get over it all, to live in the memories.

Reality can catch up later.

Let me believe in our love a little bit longer..



The contradictions, the conflict of heart,

reveals to thee, what thou art,

a human being, a majestic work of love.

Yet, why is it that Love's creation, finds it so hard to be of?



I can't help but fall in love,

I keep falling in love,

I keep falling, falling, falling



I grieve what was lost, over what could have been, over what was, over what had to be.

I lament what is, what will be, what should have been or what I thought should have been.



Eating dry food, living in the monochrome,

the only way out; to walk in pain abroad,

life indeed lives up to its mane.

the entity that often maims.

However, with me is His peace, ever so loving,

understanding and gracious and never-ending.



Comfort is found in her crying.

Comfort is found when I find out that what was, indeed was;

superficial it was not.



But,

I cry; the knowledge that no matter how hard I try,

that we cannot be together, tears my heart asunder.

I tried my best to be what you deserved,

yet I knew deep in my heart that what you deserved was great than I,

I hoped that I was; to be what I should have been.



I was truly the lucky one,

to have known, to have known

that for once I was loved, and not alone.

To have faced the rigours of the sea hand in hand,

our love as proud and loud as a marching band



May you find peace wherever you go,

my love, my life, may my heart not condone,

what was, what is and what soon will be,

Us, together, ourselves; our reality.



Were we too young to love? Or was it just me?

You said I did nothing wrong, but how come I'm left feeling guilty?

Were we doomed from the beginning? Our love forbidden to breathe?

I invested love, time and life, to have my house fall to the wind.

I tried my best to build it on the Rock, yet, although mine were,

your foundations were not

All we had indeed turned and unravelled.

Under the sun did it break and shrivel,

What had I believed in? Was it an illusory reality?



I keep giving my heart to you,

yet you keep tearing it up.

Can't you keep it next to yours a little while longer?

Enough for me to breathe you in, to remember you forever.



I want to give the world to you,

Because you are the world to me.

For you I could catch the moon.

If that's what it takes for us to be.



You throw away the things that remind you of me,

liberating yourself from any unnecessary memories,

the same ones that I'm clinging to with all my might,

the ones I can't bear to lose, although it's right;

to move on, you must discard.



However, I can't throw away the pieces of you that I possess,

the evidence of my life's former glory,

verification of the pain within my body,

proof that love is indeed lovely;

reminding myself that you indeed loved me;

confirming that my one-way street wasn't always so.



I keep chasing you though it's wrong.

Watching you smile from afar,

are you at peace though we're apart?

The cold wind rushes in after the bullet-wound,

only making the absence of the intangible all the more poignant.



Your name is written everywhere.

I find you everywhere I go.

With you I went everywhere.

With you did I enjoy everything.

Since when did you become my everything?



But,

I heard time heals most.

In time I'll reel my heart back in,

to the place where it is snug and fit;

secure, safe; absolutely no risk.

It has learnt

Human love is known to be temporary.

Only true Love lasts eternally.

To trust in humans is to trust in weakness.

To trust in Him is to trust in greatness.

However we are relational beings.

There will always be a space for another.

God will always be there, so never fear.

But another will come and you will have to fit that person in.

Would you, had the time come, be able to do so,

with arms spread apart, welcome them within?



Such is life and life is such;

once done, it cannot be undone.



But you know?

As time flies by, and fly by it will,

I'll still remember and get the chills,

however I will not stand and fawn,

neither will I cry or mourn.

I'll stand; chin up, head high

and smile.

Medicine may be bitter,

but it's been known to work.

What was once bitter will become

sweet with time.

So don't look so sad love,

on this Valentine.



Your time will come again.

To shine and be loved.

Just like what once was,

Once Upon a Time...

John.