White roses of love
so precious and pure
as the memories
are still fresh
red roses of passion
so passionate and enchanting
as the flame of love
is still burning.
~ complete love~

Under the blue sky
a scent of cool breeze
slowly hits the graceful waves
as your romantic gaze
whispers passionate love
the red rose whispers of passion
it makes me smile
those.....
tender loving moments
witnessed by the moon
and the galaxy of stars
then.....
the white rose breathes of love
swearing and promising
to live and die
till the end.
(Posted this poem before. Just that the words in blue are new. ~ Carry On Tuesday )

The other day...
my friend said...
"You still don't understand me
You know me for many years
but....
You still don't understand me
You don't know the other part of me"
speechless...
just didn't know what to say
I was hurt
but...
then...
I realized maybe my friend was right
"SORRY", I said
let me say something
I may not understand you well
but...
you can still count on me
I can be...
a good listener
I can be...
understanding
UNDERSTAND and UNDERSTANDING
can be different
though they are relative
take care my friend
love you as always.
God Bless.

Reading is fun. Not to mention, reading an old book is more fun. At one time, you may have felt that you have understood the content. Unfortunately, it is not the case. A few days ago, I started to reread one of my old book. To my surprise only last night, I realized what I thought I have understood a few years back, turned out to be different.
I found that, I only understood chapter A to X and the other two chapters were difficult to be understood. It's like a mystery but I will keep reading until I understand. Maybe to understand the content well, I need some knowledge and to feel it, I need some experiences or maybe just a matter of time. Anyway, it's an interesting book.:))

This message was written in my autograph about 26 years ago by my so called brother who ended his life in a very tragic way about 24 years ago. Today, (13th. June) is the birthday of him. I do not wish to remember the date when he ended his life but I always remember the date of his birth. At least, I can feel the presence of him. May you be happy there.

Over the days....
I have realized
my emotions and feelings
are not to be revealed
over the days....
I have learned
my inner thoughts
are not to be shared
I have realized
sincerity is not been valued
I have learned
sincerity is not been appreciated
at the end of the day
labeled as funny and weird
finally....
I have decided
I should learn to keep
my dreams, my thoughts
my emotions and feelings
within myself.