Sunday, January 13

Feast of Love

Love.
Love resembles the scrumptious feasts;
where the pheasants enjoy with glee.

Yet, I'll never get the chance to devour the lovely smell.


Love.

Love resembles a flock of doves;

flying up high to the Heaven's door.
Yet, I'll never have the chance to have wings.


Love.

Love resembles the everlasting meadows;

with saccharine scent and glowingly rainbows.

Yet, I'm lost in the dry, cold desert.


Love.

Love resembles the grace of an angelic swan;

as each movement is poised and elegant.

Yet, I've never known how a swan looks like.


Love.

Love resembles the golden pure honey;

with intense sweetness for eternal indulgence.

Yet, I've only tasted sweetness from the morning dew.


Love.
Love resembles a warm, fuzzy blanket on cold nights;
protected from furious chill and devilish monsters.
Yet, I've only had socks on my feet.


Love.
Whatever it resembles;
I'll shall never learn how to love.

Ergo, I'm always hungry for the feast of love.





5 comments:

AL said...

im gonna repeat dis AGAIN..

u do have a blanky... (eventhough d truth is dat blanky x shelter u fr evil monsters) :p

HeartShapedBoxer said...

I know! This is the feast of love pny movie:)
best kn movie tuh.
jgn pikir2 sgt bab2 berat2 nih.
try to relax.cool down. klu nk maen game, amik nih referal
u can play2 if ur mad or sumthing

http://www.mafiadeath.com/r/1754.php

chill yoo...feast of love is the time when u feed the thirst of love.

xinsiera said...

al: i do have a blanky.. sje.. wanna describe with depth sket. ;p

ajwee: i've never watch d feast of love.. but d idea of d title was inspired by that movey laa..
plus i cant play mafia now. life's too hectic at d moment.

Da_Beast said...

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all
And I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that
And may I say not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has not
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way

Yes it was my way!

Da_Beast said...

whoops...
I forgot to include citation:
(Sinatra, 1969)..
Hehe... :P