She’s the flame,
He’s the fire.
She smiles, he grins.
She peeks, he stares.
She whispers, he listens,
He speaks, she listens, too.
She weeps, he Prays.
He cries, she Praises.
He walks, she guides.
She runs, he cheers!
She calls, he answers.
He troubled, she saved.
She’s the flame,
He’s the fire.
Only flame,
Only fire.
Namis ko gumawa nang ganito. hindi ko na maalala yung huling ginawa ko.
The artist is dead. bow.
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profound! hahahaha. aydol!
Nice!!...I love it Dreen...:D
*nosebleeds*
nice ser :D
Thou art the flame that kindles the passion
The fire that burns over the silent dark
Who dances and flickers with caution
Awakens this dread with a painful hark
Thy gentle smile doth spark gentle nights dozed
Yet envoids the heart with sordid desires
As tears roll down o'er thy porcelain frozed
Doth the joyous laugh from my lip expires
Oh flame of wild, oh fire ever burning
Oh wild revelry brought forth by deceit
'Motions capsized and never returning
Endured by lovers entwined through conceit
For as long as you wield that faithless love composed
By the rings of hell our pairing shall ne'er disposed.
Sorry, I just could help it.. Hahaha.. Shakespearean sonnets FTW!.. :D
pakyu! anung artist is dead? upakan kita gusto mo? hmmm??
aidol ^_^
oh yeah papi ^^,
hahaha salamats
ganun talaga papi. the artist is dead once the letters are published. hehe
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