The Lady Who Was Afraid to Love: Praises Posted by dead poet story , Wednesday, 16 July 2008 at 21:59, in Labels: misses and sorrows

‘Did you ever notice how beautiful you are?
Go, take a look in the mirror, see?
You look like an angel my dear,
I’ve never seen one; surely I’ll feel the same sensation when I see one
But oh, you are so pretty
My poetry, my poetry, my poetry…
My every reasons for the birth of all these
And the mother of my inspirations

Oh you,
You are like a Stream
With lots and lots of Greens along the banks
You, resemble my peace
My solute peace…
So wash me.
O, maybe you could also be the Sky and Clouds?
I just love both of them.
I’ll be the Clouds and I’ll let you to be the Blue sky…
Why?
So that I could caress you each time I pass by
And hug you tight everyday…
And you give me peace with your colour…
Oh how I love to be that…
So surround me.’

He writes,
And this is just by looking at her eyes
Beautiful aren’t they?
­­­­­­­­THE MAN WHO STOPS TO LOVE

It seems that she was not afraid to love at all
She proved it could happen
Though it would be something of a burden
But she wasn’t afraid…
She proved that.

Oh, it was lovely when ‘they’ happen…
Yes, finally he could sense the greatness of God,
Began to fear him once again
And life seems to head a proper direction
Though vague in some parts, yet it moves forward…

But they are lying to themselves…
Yes, romance filled their tanks but in doing so
They are actually heading into something they cannot handle
And so it happened…

It was bitter, for him…at least she still has someone to hug
It was bitter…
He tried to let her go
But it seems too hard to do so…
She is the one he awaits for so long…
And he was the man she used to read in her novels
Yet they faced each other but couldn’t do anything…

He remembers all the kisses he had gave
Will she remembers them?
He stops praising the Stars, again…
Oh, it was bitter to be alive, he mourned
She, the second one to received his total love and loyalty
Couldn’t be with him…
Oh, what a mess he had done onto her…

Now, will he ever do something he was afraid to do?
Love doesn’t mean we have to be together…
Can he hold a life on that?
Can he…?

He stops to love finally,
But at a price…
Others will be another set of collection,
Wonder if he will walk those similar path all over again?
I guess he will…oh what a mess his life will be again.
I see him holding his trump mask.

The mask of smiling Casanova,
Oh, he will be back…
With revenge…
He stops loving her
Because he loves her more than himself…
And she matters the most…
‘So be gone! I’ll seek excuses to make hate with you
Although there’s none…!’
Love doesn’t have to be together,
He finally holds that believe.
The man who stops to love
The lady that wasn’t afraid to love.
He misses her, let that be his hate.