love – Page 4 – Portrait of Em.

thinking-together

Sloth leads to laziness in thinking and
Living keeps us staying awake.

“Thinking makes you a philosopher?”
— Thinking makes me a dreamer, I say.

“I am living in a dream
Dreams are existing in my life

When, am I awake?
When, am I dreaming?

Walk, Dream, Sleep, Dream, Live.”

You are existing in the dream and
Living in the dream.
For dreams become your reality and you are sleeping within.
So am I.

“I like how our words make a book together.”
Our book is made up of poems,
And our poems paint our dream.
We are the only two dreamy monsters
In this sweet lovely dream.

Written on 31 December 2013, co-poet is Cheron T.
Writing a poem together is fun.

va-len-tine

“Call me but love”,
Call me but love:
The path may be rough,
The road may be tough,

Yet having you with me, it is enough.

Make little wish to the dancing shooting star,
Heal the old wounds, and
Forget the old scars;
And the moment will last forever, and ever,
The tiny seed of our love will blossom into a miraculous flower, and
Give us the power.

Written on 14 February 2014,
To mine,
A little love poem
For the celebration of Valentine’s Day.

Happy Valentine’s Day 🙂

stor-m

Love is a glue,
Gluing two together;
When it melts,
Love cannot be felt.

We are individuals after all,
Who can be sure
The star of love will never fall?

I am not you,
And you are not me,
Only when you believe,
There is a “we”.

Love is a ship.
When the storm comes,
It just could not escape:
Eaten by the tides,
Washed by the waves,
Or end up, perhaps, in the stomachs of the whales.

Pale is the lip,
Love falls asleep,
The sailors leap.

I told you how I feel,
But if you do care,
You will try to feel
and heal;

You said you cannot understand,
Yet,
If you wish to understand,
You will;
But if you —

You will never know.

Written on 27 September 2013.
Love brings colours to the world, feelings to the Earth.
Grey is the background colour of my lovely little world.

I know I am a masochist, falling in love with my wounds.
For a poet is someone who feels the world with all his heart,
portrays the world he feels in his every great piece of work,
every choice of words.

afterword

What is the right answer?
So perhaps we have gone to the edge,
to go on, or to stop?
Maybe we are not the right ones,
or maybe we are?

“What if we are meant to be together”…
or what if we are not?

I am not that confident.
Everything is just —

What makes up a lie?

Which way to go?
Repeated feeling,
Continuous waiting.
I just wish to go on without reasoning.

I am staring at the past,
You are looking at the future.
Yet what we have in hand is NOW.

Take the risk,
Take the chance.

If still,
Maybe that’s the time to stop.

Life is, perhaps,
Too long for two young hearts.

Written on 15 August 2013.
Edited on 28 October 2013 and 31 October 2013.
After the quarrel.

I am glad that we have made through at that very moment.
I love you.

rain-bow

Photo comp Oct 13

What is at the end of the rainbow?
“No, there isn’t an end.”
How do you know?
“There is a story about the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold.”
So you think there isn’t an end?
“I have no idea,
I have never seen a real rainbow.”

You said.

We will find one together.
I said.

I will place it round your wrist,
It is your rainbow bracelet;
I will place it on your finger,
It is our rainbow ring.

So now you know —
At the end of the rainbow,
There is nothing, but our souls.
Yet something is gonna glow,
It’s our love, which grows.

What is at the end of the rainbow?
Now we know.

Written on 7 August 2013, while I was whatsapp-ing with you.
Love will guide us there,
And I am always with you.