Funeral of my love to you

Here it lays my heart, broken, scarred, bleeding and dying. Upon the Cremation bed it lays, still clutching the sword that which it fought for its "other half", unwilling to let go, still fighting for a chance to regain his honor. But the God that gave him his sword whisper at his ear:"Rest now, you've done well." These words came to him as of a mother's soothing voice, the warrior let go of his sword and lay dormant on the bed, awaiting his fate.

As the sword collide with the earth beneath it, sparks ignited the cremation bed and the flame grew stronger and stronger, engulfing the heart. There was no pain, there was no sense of heat, there was only the sense of relief, pouring into the heart, drowning all other emotions. As the lonely warrior slowly closes his eyes for the last time, memories of fighting for his "other half" flashes by. Sweet memories of how they met and how happy they felt living side by side for that once so brief of a dream-land fairy tale. The heart has no remorse, no grudge, no hate. He closes his eyes with a faint dying smile.

As the body of the warrior was reduce to ash, all the bitterness, all the demons and darkness of fighting for his "other half" was released from it. Never again to haunt his soul, never again to haunt his memories, never again to haunt his dreams. And when all the darkness left that burnt pile of ash, the heart's soul emerge with flaming white wings, rising towards the heavens.

When the soul flew towards the skies, the God picked up a pinch of the ashes and encase it in a silver locket made from the sweetness of the heart's memories of him and his "other half". Sealing the heart's soul from temptations and corruptions of darkness, ensuring the peace that the heart deserves. This locket will be passed down to the world, reminding how there was once a brave warrior who fought for his happiness, whose name was "My Love To You"...

An enjoyable mistake

While our entwine might be a mistake;
I would have done the same even at re-take;
Even if I end up scared at my every wake;
I'll follow this lesson to where it may take.

As we grow from this unfortunate break;
I feel we're closer, like a cake in bake;
Before it rises to be an impressive make;
It has to be break, stirred, flattened and bake.

As we reap the fruits of our mistakes;
We grow wiser and better after every tough break;
Thanks, for adding into my knowledge lake;
May our happily ever after will only need one take.

Reciting My Birth

Birth, where life takes its first breath;
As it submits to time, the trial of its worth;
Birth, a substance of overrated worth;
An eternal sentence that governs this world.

Reflecting upon the day of birth;
I choose to embrace silence's worth;
May this day I be free from words;
For 24 hours I detach from this world.

Act. 3-1 Aphrodite's Gift (Revised)

Goddess, your gift is like a rose I hold with my heart.
It's beauty is beyond words, its celestial aroma captivates me.
As I grew more attached to it, so does the rose, entangling my heart.

It grew thorns for every praise I give it, it embeds itself to my heart every time I adore it.

I became clear that I cannot live without the rose, nor can I feel alive without its presence. Removing the thorns hurts the rose, removing the rose hurts my heart, its thorns will claw, its thorns will tear, ripping my heart so I bleed to my death. Leaving it be the rose continues to grow, the slightest wind will scratch my heart.

Aphrodite, you made me an addict. An addict of the greatest drug, an addict of your gift, an addict of love.

Act. 3 Aphrodite's Gift

Oh goddess, why do you toy me so?
Does it amuse you when I feel sore?
Or is this a test to see how I score?
I'm lost, I'm sick, I'm poisoned, I'm torn.

Your gift's a rose, armed with thorns;
It rips my heart, every time it spawns;
Everyday I heal, I recover, somewhere at dawn;
Just to be ripped at night by those hateful thorns.

If that's the way it must be;
I'll accept my fate, I'll let it be;
Rip as much, torn me apart;
Just don't tell me right now we're apart.

Rejoice Aphrodite, you got what you want.
I'll embrace your gift, even if it kills me.

Act. 2 Salvation of Lost

Yet again it slips my hand,
Yet again I've failed to grasp my chance for eternity,
Yet again have I sacrifice Aphrodite's Blessing.

Dwelling in the midst of gloominess;
I've found hope in the looming darkness;
Whether it may seems like an act of ignorance;
It means eternity to me, in a not so loving blissfulness.

For you,
Can I ask to be your closest friend?
A hope that I may still retain.
Never again will long for deeper.
Desert me not, I'm still wandering.
You're my healing hands, for a growing wound.

I'm yours...

Act. 1 Requiem of My Heart

Wandering in this dark concrete forest;
The hole in my heart grew without rest;
Surrounded by fouls like a vulture's nest;
Slowly I'm sinking just like the rest.

I patched my heart, thinking it'll last;
Patched it again, so that it'll past;
The pain have stop, I'm not in pain at last;
I'm up and walking, but joy was in the past.

Never again did I fear pain as much;
Never again am I following my shadow;
Never again that tear floods my eyes;
Never again did I feel joy as much...

All was fine without joy in life;
Lifeless I walk, through the night;
Times I'll look up at twinkle lights;
There it was, like stars at night.

Glimmers of lights that shone so bright;
I was blinded by the wings of angelic might;
She's an angel, here to heal my lurking blight;
Away she took, my sufferings, my blight;
My heart she kept, in the bright warm light.

Together we walked, my joy was restored;
Happily we strolled, exchanging our lore;
Together we laughed, there's no room for bore;
How sweet she was, like honey fresh poured.

Suddenly she flew, without notice, without warn;
Left a note, "Forget our sweet memory", I'm torn;
I ran with all, hoping she's there, praying she'll turn;
She stabbed my heart, said "sorry" and turned.

Alone, I stood in the rain;
Unable to tell tears from rain;
Still I walked, still I'm in pain;
Only thing on my mind, I cannot let my journey be in vain.