Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Monday, June 06, 2005
Arcelineanda
No more glistering, sparkling eyes
Just a normal set of life's windows
Pink and white swirls of hair bounder
Weaving an intricate design
A simple yet different girl
whom I denied to fall first
A golden pendant of a cross
Hangs perilously round her neck
Nothing really makes her stand out
But maybe that very feature
of not standing out
On a day unlike any days
She begins to walk in my life
And I can't concentrate again
Yet I know there is nothing gained
I'm a sured loser in most strife
For I'm the foolish pilgrim of love
Just a normal set of life's windows
Pink and white swirls of hair bounder
Weaving an intricate design
A simple yet different girl
whom I denied to fall first
A golden pendant of a cross
Hangs perilously round her neck
Nothing really makes her stand out
But maybe that very feature
of not standing out
On a day unlike any days
She begins to walk in my life
And I can't concentrate again
Yet I know there is nothing gained
I'm a sured loser in most strife
For I'm the foolish pilgrim of love