Love Poetry Entry #2: The Blast from the Past

” And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”
~Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

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Cherry Blossoms are not common here in Toronto. There are very few segregated places which have them. Personally, I’ve never been to one. I found out, through google of course, that High Park has them. I want to see them because I’ve never seen Cherry Blossoms at full bloom before. There are a few Cherry Blossom trees planted near the Humanities Building in my campus but they are still quite young and haven’t reached their maturity yet.

 
Cherry Blossoms in Toronto’s High Park

Besides, I can wait. Someday, I want to go and explore High Park with him. I don’t really ask for much out of life. The simpliest things make me happy, such as taking a stroll late in the afternoon with someone I truly care about and just being surrounded by Cherry Blossoms in full bloom.  They say, the best things in life are free and I’ve never appreciated that saying before. For me, he is just not some ol’ fancy Darcy from Pride and Prejudice nor is he some bold Heathcliffe from Wuthering Heights. To me, he is simply… himself.

Six years ago, we were young and naive individuals who knew nothing about the real world. We were just like those young Cherry Blossoms at my campus, still waiting to mature, waiting to bloom. However, recently it seems, things have started to bloom. I feel happy. I feel contented. Whatever I have right now, is something I am thankful for each day. My life is already good, he just makes it even better. 

So here’s a poem for you, for me and to all of us, for happiness is something each of us want and therefore,  should be shared among all and not be kept aside…

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What has Brought Me here
From the Nocturnal Manuscript of Love Poetry

What has brought me hither, I know not what.
All I know, all I am, all I will be,
sits here, staring and glancing onto me.
Like the gates of heaven never shut,
there came Love with no shield nor sword to hold.
Sat he by the Blossoming Cherry hues,
I came forth, said- him I no longer knew.
So walked away did this Lady in Blue,
up on her stallion with shield and sword so true,
leaving Love, by this tree with tale untold.

The wind stroked her hair as she chides away
towards the west, towards the setting sun,
and there herself found, two roads intertwined,
which no sword nor shield can ever undone.
Carefully now must she choose: heart or mind,
In front of the crossroad, was she to stay,
praying and hoping, till some sign to show.
How did she came hither, she did knew how,
those pain, those despairs were all too much to bear.
And so in haste, she was about to quickly bare,
a decision made out of true false haste,
when a shadow, appeared right where she lay.

Love, still without a shield nor sword to hold,
Came forth, and smiled at the Lady in Blue,
and said her story have not yet unfold,
like the unblossomed tree of Cherry hue.
Then Love smiled and took her by the hand,
and gave her a box which he said “contains
the last piece of her broken heart. Like sand,
did your heart break, leaving you to this vain.
Now, Time here stands, and kneeling before you
are these two roads intertwined. One leads to
true happiness, the other to falseness,
therefore, my childe, choose wisely in your fate
and mend thy heart once again to fullness,
for within you, is the Blessed Son’s faith.”

The Lady in Blue uttered no words and
remained silent infronte of this olde sage.
On Love’s hand did her tears began to land,
for in vain did her torned heart have wage.
She then smiled at him and took from him
the box containing the missing piece to
her once broken heart. To her, it seem,
the falsified heart is once again true,
all was lost when all was not truly lost
for the heart’s language has no words to speak,
yet because of life, it endlessly beats.
So walked away did this Lady in Blue
up on her stallion, leaving with no sword
to bring nor her shield to have and to hold.
“They say, heaven’s gates are never shut,
what has brought me hither, I now know what.
All I know, all I am, all I will be,
has been sitting here, and waiting for me…”

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Ok  I go sleep now.

That is all.

Adieu.