LEFT IN WILDERNESS
I wish if I could make the time stand still and
freeze it there,
At the pleasant village where together we
spent our first year.
That was the place we learnt to hold each
other, close and near,
Those were the days of our life where our love
bloomed clear.
We swang in each other's arms, where we
always meant to be,
We were filled with the perfect love that she
had given to me.
Our bond of love was so strong and each of
our hold so tight,
I knew My Pretty Lotus was the one; she was
my Mrs Right.
There all our blessings came from our elders
and from up above,
It was there we found ourselves and celebrated
our true love.
That firm foundation of love and affection
entwined us as one,
We began sailing plainly on the journey we
had just begun.
Now I am left in the wilderness I long to find
all that togetherness,
All the true and eternal love she left for me
with so much happiness.
WHAT A DREAM!
A rose peeps out from beneath my blanket
that is fine and pure white,
It reaches toward me for some warmth, for
heat and for some light.
It's the symbol of my love and it grows
stronger still despite the surrounding cold,
My heart is all hers, bartered and gone but it
is still longing in the fold.
The petals shine with the morning dew on
them but its stem grows stiff and strong,
It stands strong through the freezing cold and
it stands all the winter long.
That is my love and I long for her and for her
soft touch and smile,
I now miss the way she smiled, the separation
gets longer every mile.
My rose stretches through the snow it reaches
toward the sun,
And now without her the colour is gone and
the petals are no fun.
But as we dream, and as we talk, my rose
comes back to life,
All my pains now melt and go away as she
takes away my strife.
Spring is here and the roses grow abound so
we are now one,
We are together, we are in love and the dream
is now done.
I dream of my future, it is my lonely life that
maybe long and true,
This is the time where all I need is comforting
words from all of you.
I see the time when winter will come, as
winters tend to do,
My love may turn cold but we still live and I
love you know who.
And so we live, with our love and a life of not
much to see,
With distance love and our shattered life,
happy together we can't be.
I see my rose a bit older now, but still strong
with fresh new leaves,
I see it growing in my garden, tall and strong
reaching to the eaves.
We are now old, as years have passed but in
our dreams together dwell we,
Our love has strengthened more and today it
is as strong as it can be.
Love never dies and true love always blooms
well,
Our love lives for us and we have done very
well.