Thursday, January 1, 2009

Take me......


Take Me......


hold my hand and leads me to where you want us to be
anywhere but with you is always a home for me
i once walked in a path where i can see nothing but darkness
i tripped and fall,wounded and bleed yet i passed through it..

I fear to be in that place again,that was like a prison for my heart and soul,
a sphere where i cant even find my shadow,and in every moment i stayed in there
a hostile feeling,an animosity... arise within me...i fought to hold on to my self..
kept myself going...breathing...and i did...live!

but now with you...feeling the warmth of your presence in depth of my soul...
your soothing voice calm my being...in the silence i can hear my heart beats for you...
calling out your name and rested with the cradle of sweet emotion...contented.
with you...darkness is over...so take me.

take me...let's start exploring this new world,let our hearts lift us up...
fly...be free...in one...let's levitate with the power of love...
you open up the door for me to get acquainted to this new place....
a place where my heart will nestled with yours for a limitless time...
now...i submit my all to you...take me...and let's go.

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My favorite "description" of love :

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul." --St. Augustine