My Greatest Risk Is My Greatest Love

I don’t quite remember how things have come to pass. The picture is fuzzy thinking about it today. But I’m glad I took that chance. I wasn’t 100% sure then. Now I’m sure more than ever, and probably the surest thing I know. I’ve been feeling this way for quite a while now. And that chance was one of the greatest risks I ever took.

Giving my heart to you was my greatest risk. My greatest risk is my greatest love.

I’d like to believe I’ve prepared myself for this. I did some planning, formed expectations and criteria in my head, had a few selections in my pocket. But after all those provisions I made for myself, I wasn’t ready. Then you came unexpectedly. But this was our 2^nd chance. And I wouldn’t allow you to slip once again. I knew He did this for a reason. I knew this was supposed to happen. I knew that was the moment.

I now realized that He had set a better plan for me. Better than what I had planned before you came into my life. He blessed me with so much more…more than expected really. And it still blows me how you continue to surprise me with the littlest things that mean the world to me. Immeasurable, incomparable, priceless, pure love.

I’m just glad that we are able to respond to what He had planned for us. There are a lot of things, temptations and outside forces that could break us. But we’ll get by. You and I, we’ll get by. We will risk it all.

Mundane Afternoon

hehe! a ym conversation with a friend during one of those mundane afternoons at work...

Anne's Status - mundane afternoon
Danies' Status - Busy

Anne: mundane afternoons make me sick. it reminds me of how boring my gradeschool life was. i was totally a different person then. i ddn't know who i was. i had low self-esteem and was self conscious. somehow it hadn't totally veered away from me. because at this point, i'm at my low. it's not helping me recuperate from my viral infectious colds and sore throat.
Danie: mundane?
Danie: thesaurus pls?
Anne: mundane afternoons remind me how i am not fulfilled with my current career state...if i even have one.
Anne: mundane = boring, common, routinary, etc. etc.
Anne: monotonous
Anne: you know i'm not one of those right? hehehe sorry. wanted to write but wanted it sort of interactive. hehehe
Anne: go ahead with ur busy status and don't mind a soul that is searching for her true meaning.
Danie: u wont be bored in how many days
Danie: hehe
Anne: hehe temporal happiness of boracay. it's like drugs. traveling and partying are mere drugs that you'll never forget with pictures and memories to immortalize those moments. haaaay! bora!
Anne: but once reality sets in. i'm back to mundane afternoons. times when i'm wasting precious moments of searching...
Danie: wow deep... in danie's words....
Danie: "Fun awaits in Bora"!
Anne: fun does not compare to the immortal feeling of happiness and contentment. it's a state of mind. and i want that. idealistic as it sounds. i wish fun were forever. like happiness. and not just mere snippets of a feeling.
Anne: what say you?
BUZZ!!!
Anne: i guess i'm on my own. goodbye. goodbye to sweet conversations.
Anne: (emoticon - sigh)
Danie: what the... bloody hell!
Danie: (emoticon - laughing)
Anne: (emoticon - day dreaming) daydreaming about boracay trying to end this nostalgic feeling
Anne: i hate mundane afternoons. bow.
Danie: finally!
Danie: hahaha

I'm No Rocket Scientist

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know things. And I'm no rocket scientist. I don’t need to prove things to believe in them. That’s because I have faith. And besides learning from my own experiences, I try to understand from others’ experiences as well.

I don’t have to experience heartbrokenness to give you sound advise on it. My credentials as a person who loved and lost (if there is such) does not matter when it comes to giving sound advise. It should not be a basis for anyone to believe in me or not. Besides, I am not the person concerned here. Do not underestimate a person who loves and never experienced her heart to be broken.

For the record, my heart was broken once. And I know how it is to lose someone you love. And I dealt with it at a young age. I faced it all on my own. Believe me no matter how deep or shallow and how different the love may be it still hurts. I’ve burned letters, threw away memorabilia, averted my eyes to avoid his and all those childish high school stuff. The point is, I’ve been broken. But that does not matter when I’m trying to help a friend cope with her own heartache, does it? Because I believe I was not biased based on my own experience. I based it the way I saw your situation with him and how you are now.

But yes, you may be right that you have to do what you have to do if it will give you your redemption. I told you, it’s still up to you. All I’m giving is a side, an option, another viewpoint hoping you can gain strength from it. But remember, you already know the answer. You just refuse to let it surface on your own, afraid to face reality, hesitant in accepting. You still need to hear it from him because this is your way. Perhaps this is your last attempt to win him back.

Oh! So ok. I guess that is it. That is why you’re being stubborn or (pardon me) stupid, whatever. And who am I to get in the way? How can I stop you when this is your way of coping? Because yes, we all have different ways of coping from heartache.

I just don’t want to see you get hurt again. You’re putting yourself in the middle of the battlefield lowering your defenses. You’re vulnerable right now and who knows what he can do to you! But I’ve realized you’re making a bold move. It’s a very brave thing to do trying to face him with your current state. Because you can breakdown any moment you’re with him.

So tomorrow...good luck. I hope you have enough strength to muster. Even though I think he wouldn’t show, I hope he does so you can get it over with. So you can put an end to your obvious (for me) questions. Whatever the outcome may be, I just wish you happiness. Whatever you’re feeling towards this, just pray I’m wrong. Prove me wrong. Whatever may be, I will always be here.

Happy BIGFAT4!

I love you!

I love you and I am not just saying it. I am not compelled to say it as a reply because you said it first. These are not just words put together to form a sentence. It is with meaning. These are not just words formed by my thoughts. It is with feeling.

Love is both pain and beautiful. Whatever it is, you have made it wonderful for me. I am blown away by your wonderfully consuming love and I’m heartily about to explode. I will not deny it. I simply cannot.

I find myself staring into space with delight wishing this is forever. I want this…all this with you. This is all nothing without you in it. You have made my ordinary life extraordinary. It is you that happened to me. It is you that made my story interesting.

Stay with me forever. Love me forever. We’re only about to begin. These are just snippets of what is to come. Stay with me…love me…come what may.

I love you today and I’ll love you forever.

Feeling and Human

Everyone wants to be heard. Everyone wants to be something. Everyone wants to be great...in their own little or big ways...because we exist. We want to be recognized. We want to be appreciated. And I want this for myself...because I am feeling and I am human.

But our efforts are not always valued in this temporal space. That’s why we try so hard to make noise...to reach out…to be heard...and to be recognized. For we hope that at least one out of the gazillion people in the world can lend an ear...can look our way...can see us as a person. We want that for ourselves...because we are feeling and we are human.

But I don’t need the gazillions of ears of the world. I realized that a pair of ears is enough. One soul is enough for me. Everything that I do, I know I am being heard, recognized and appreciated.

Thank you.

I am the same for you, and I hope that is enough for you as well.

Futsal Dreams

All eyes are set on me. I grasp for air and try to relax the tension of my body. I take a deep, deep breath and let out a heavy sigh.

I’m a few feet away from the ball ready to pounce on it. I look at the ball – six meters away to victory! But first, it has to pass through this great obstacle. I have to find a way to sweep it past the goalkeeper.

I look at my teammates, my coach, and the supporters…I see them praying, nodding their heads and clenching their fists at me signaling that I can do this. I nod back at them and said a little prayer…

Sweat is forming, trickling down the side of my right temple. I wipe it off and concentrate. I look straight at the sharp eyes of the blocker.

This is it. One on one. One shot. One chance. One moment.

I hear the referee blow his whistle, and I pause…
Then in a split second I take a mighty gasp taking all the air and energy inside me as I aimed a powerful kick at the ball…

Slooow moootiooon…everything is in slow motion…

The ball went flying…rising to the top right corner of the goal…The keeper jumped up stretching her arms trying to reach for it…The tip of her fingers touched it…slightly…

Everyone in silence…

Woosh!

But I guess it wasn’t enough…

Goal!

Pandemonium! The crowd went wild! They roared and cheered victoriously! My teammates rushed at me and gave me the victory ride!!!

“ANNE, WAKE UP!”, I heard someone yell.

Aaaanne, waaake uuup!

I heard it again this time recognizing the person behind the voice…it was my boss!

Shit!

To the Falling Star...

Stop this drama please! Have a little pride my dear. If you’re going to go ‘gaga’ over someone, make sure you do it to the person who deserves it. Like someone you love and loves you in return. After everything that happened...after everything you’ve been through...wake up! Yes, it’s true. You’re inlove with love. But don’t force love on yourself. Let it come. Let it come. It will surely come at the right time. When you’re ready. He knows it.

Why do you succumb to your weakness? Have a little faith in yourself...love yourself girl! I don’t want to see my girl like this. It’s stupid and it upsets me how you haven’t learned anything from your past experiences or our small significant talks over coffee. It’s still up to you, but use your head and not your heart. Though you thought he was the one, HE IS NOT THE ONE!

Face it my dear. Smell the bittersweet scent of the roses, the colorful yet shady picture of the world you live in. Let go and start fresh. Let go and start fresh. He is NOT your star and he will not surprise you! Bang your head against the wall if you must! (LOL)

You were once a bright shining star everyone saw afar but now you have fallen. Maybe you don’t need to catch your star. Maybe you are the star...a falling star waiting for someone to catch your fall. Whoever is out there for you, I hope he’s a good star-catcher, for you’re a great catch!

Wake Me Up Sunshine!

Head spinning round and round.

Mind thinking…concentrate.

Thoughts racing, overwhelmed…

Need to fathom in words.

Feet pacing, keep moving!

Heart beating, assurance…

Of a poor hapless soul.

Hand tapping in hollowness.

I maybe alive and breathing but my soul…oh soul! I need to feed you with life.

Faith, Hope & Love are the only things that keep me going…that keep me sane.

I’m losing it, I’m losing it.

Need to keep my head above water.

Everything is shutting down.

Can’t think straight…

Can’t concentrate…

Can’t comprehend…

Can’t move..

Can’t breathe.

I need to be still.

I need to rest.

I need to lay down.

Need to close my eyes.

Breathe in, breathe out…

Breathe in, breathe out…

In…out…

Wake me up until it’s time…the right time.

Wake me up sunshine!

I need for you to touch my face

With your warm bright rays.

I need to remember what’s good.

And sunshine you’re my reminder of hope

For ‘tis another day…the 1^st miracle of my day.

Ignorance & Responsibility

Ignorance is not an excuse.

We are all responsible for our actions. Whatever we did or said, whatever we have and own we should be responsible for.

As an educated person or rather as an able person, we should know better. I should know better. We should not let other people take advantage of our ignorance. When in doubt never hesitate to ask why. It can save you. Don’t rush into things. Think first...always. Don’t let anyone pressure you on time. Don’t allow yourself to be bullied or intimidated by anyone. You have a choice. Think. Ask.

Shame on those people taking advantage of the weak. You should be punished. I will not allow myself to be taken advantage off the second time around. I have learned my lesson. Thank You for teaching me even though I learned it the hard way. It was tough but You were by my side through people dear to me.

Now I’ll be more careful, be more responsible.

I’d like to think that there is good in all of us, that our intentions are clean, that my judgment on others is based on this unless proven otherwise. Yes, there is good in all of us. But out of desperation and unclear thoughts we do things. We damage others and ourselves. But as I said, as an able person, we should know better. I should know better. Whatever damage done to me, I took part in it, and I am partly to be blamed because I have responsibility with whatever I did or said, whatever I have and own.

Thank You for saving me this time…once again.

Food for Thought

I walk behind the shadows of the people walking in the light.

Moving in slow motion where everything around me moves fast.

My mind is asleep in the fresh morning.

My mind is awake in the somber night.

I like to listen as you speak.

I like to speak if you would listen please.

I breathe in the smoky air and exhale meaningless words.

I become wise out of confused thoughts.

I turn to His solace but refuse to listen.

Why?

Why can’t I walk with my own shadow?

Why can’t I walk in my own light?

Why can’t I keep up to pace?

Why are we in a hurry?

Why don’t we speak?

Why don’t we listen?

Listen! Speak up!

Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe in the fresh air.

Breathe in the life.

A few words mean so much more than a hundred words that are empty.

For actions speak louder than words.

Crossroads

I’m at the crossroad with a big question mark over my head. I’m at the point of having to decide what I should do for the rest of my career life. At my age, I can be anything I want, do anything I please, be anywhere I wish. Or not!

The point is, I know I’m not the only one feeling this way. I’m pretty much sure that a lot of people my age or so are at a similar crossroad I’m in. It’s what they call the ‘quarter life crisis’ (I'm getting there hehe). This is the right time to stop, think and choose our paths. I think this is the best time while we are young, while our hearts are on flame. But of course it’s always never too late. But we have to seize the right opportunities.

We are always given, not one, but many chances I believe. Everyday is a chance. Everyday there is opportunity. What chances are we taking in our everyday lives? What opportunities did we grab yesterday? What about today or tomorrow?

Right now, this very instant I’m at a standstill in this crossroad. Yes, I’m working. I have a stable job that offers decent benefits, good environment and a company that treats its people well. That’s all great but looking beyond this, I have to ask myself, “is this what I want to do for the rest of my career life?” Where has my passion for my work gone too? Why am I not fulfilled?

Oh, eager spirits that we are! We are always, always in a hurry. I am trying to understand this feeling of mine. Patience is not one of the virtues I’m good at. I hastily want to be on top. For me, unfortunately, it’s not the case. I have to work hard, gain experience, and prove my value...slowly and painstakingly!

Maybe this is just a phase. Maybe I’m being tested for my patience. Maybe I really do have to endure all these so I can better appreciate what God has blessed me with. I have to earn it this time because He has been very, very, very and I mean VERY good to me.

I will not falter to this challenge. Though I’m at a standstill, I’m still gaining much knowledge that can help me choose. I need to change for the better and equip myself with the necessary tools I need along the way. This transformation is vital in deciding what road to take. Yes! Maybe this standstill is a good thing. It’s giving me enough time for me to realize what I really want.

So for the mean time, I’m at a standstill in this crossroad. I’m just going about the things I have to do. I just do what I’m told. ‘For the mean time’ seems like a thousand years! But I will try my best to be patient and look at things on the brighter side. After all, I am still very blessed. I am here for a reason. And the reason, right now, only God knows. But in time it will unfold, piece by piece. Everyday, as I question myself and pray to God to send me my ‘sweet fat chocolate’ the answer is being revealed to me. Slowly but surely the pieces of the puzzle will fit and everything will make sense. Everything is worthwhile. No regrets.

So I thank God for yet another crossroad in my life. As we encounter it, we are given the opportunity to choose. The decision is ours as we exercise and express our freedom. And in choosing our path we are given ample time to decide. So being in this crossroad isn’t so bad after all. Let’s just set our goals and priorities straight and make sure we exercise our freedom so as not to prolong our state of seemingly futile crossroad. For if we take too much time, we may have already missed out on our opportunity.

My Heart's Desire

Going through life’s everyday motions, I find myself following the movements of the crowd where I don’t standout. Moving without thinking. Moving without feeling. Moving with the callous movements of the body. We are enslaved...the slave drivers of the corporate world where we are hardly recognized for our efforts. Results, results, results are all that matters. Well of course it matters! Now I know what, “I feel boxed in”, means. I know how it feels like.

The passion that’s burning inside me is slowly dying. Shortly, my light will be out...my gas, empty. Fill me up. But I have yet to blossom. I’m on the verge of surrendering.

-----“Dare to be different.”-----

-----“Challenge the status quo.”-----

These are some of the things we often hear but seldom take upon ourselves. In fear of the unknown we submit to the pressures. We let the crowd carry our feet and let them think and answer for us. We shut up and so we are shut out. Our privilege to speak our minds rot inside us but then we frequently worry about everything else.

It’s true that benefits are enticing but you really have to love what you are doing. When you work, your job and yourself must be in harmony in order to be productive.

Am I to blame for this lack of enthusiasm? I need to find my heart’s desires. Still searching for my sweet fat chocolate!

Move with the motions of your heart’s desires. Move with passion.

Standout. Be different. Challenge the status quo.

The question is...are we bold enough?

Sweet Fat Chocolate

What can I do in this box?

Motivate me!

What am I doing here?

Remind me. Give me a good reason.

What excites you?

What keeps a person going?

How does he drag himself to work?

How do you keep yourself together?

Teach me, I beg of you!

Everyday I need my constant reminder.

I think I need to search for my “bouquet of flowers” too.

Or my “stars”! I need a sign!

Divine intervention!

What do you think?

Since I’m a sucker for chocolates,

I will pray to God everyday

to send me my sweet fat chocolate!

Sweet fat chocolate! Sweet fat chocolate!

Are you my sweet fat chocolate?

Is this my sweet fat chocolate?

Lord, please send me my sweet fat chocolate!
I need my motivation, my inspiration, my reason.

Wishing You Well

My Creative Zen Micro is broken =(

It slipped out of its case and landed on the tiled floor while I was standing in my room. I turned it on but it hanged to the startup logo screen and I heard this annoying beeping sound. Damn! I broke it! I just remembered it was out of warranty. Shit!

So I went to the store where I bought it and asked about their paid services or of Creative’s support center. It’s in faraway-from-me Manila! But this guy from the shop told me to download the firmware and see if my computer detects the hardware so I can upgrade it ‘coz it just might be the problem. Yes! My hopes were up.

So I tried that but my laptop can’t detect the damn hardware. So I went to another shop and asked about support for the damn thing. The guy there told me that there is a P1000 fee of having it checked by Creative – repaired or not! The hell, right!?! Then Moses asked what the problem might be with the player and he said it might be the motherboard and it costs P5000! I was like, no way! How much do these things cost nowadays anyway. And there are a lot other cheaper mp3 players out there. I said never mind, I’ll think about it.

So I thought about getting it fixed in a cell phone repair shop or the like but my gadget-guru officemate told me he’d try to fix it. Right now he’s doing just that with the help of Creative Discussion Forums. So far he’s doing the “Caveman Method”, which a lot of the people in the forum said was a success. Hahaha! Actually the “Caveman Method” and bringing it to the service center are the only solutions by far!

The “Caveman Method” is banging or rather tapping the player really hard with your palm or on the table. Yikes! Poor Zen Micro! But in fairness, there’s progress! =p I just hope it’ll work again!

Wishing you well... please work...work! work! work!
Until then.

Fixing Myself

“Grow up”, he said. “Take responsibility”. Those words lingered in my head as I cried myself to sleep one night...

“If you love someone, set him free.”

I came to ponder on the saying. It doesn’t mean saying ‘good-bye’ or parting from your love one. It simply means giving your partner a ‘little space’. By ‘little space’, those words sound intimidating...it is scary to hear those combinations of words for crying-out-loud! It’s like an introduction for breaking up with someone. But no because, in another sense, I believe it means allowing your partner to think for himself without you dictating what he might do in certain situations (influence perchance). The consequences you (both) just have to face after. But allow your partner to make the decision in his own free will. Give him the chance to prove himself. Let him take responsibility for his own actions. Let him! Because he still has to learn...he has to grow, sometimes on his own...even though it’s the hard way. Though you are united in one love, you still think independently. You interpret things in different ways. You’re still two beings. So let him. If you love someone, don’t hold him by the neck. If he loves you enough he is yours and you just have to trust him to make the right decision for the sake of you both.

But what about intoxication...what if he’s not sober?

“I want to be there for you (when you get drunk) so I can take care of you. I want to protect you because I wouldn’t know what to do if something (bad) happened to you”.

You love him that much that you want to be overly protective of him and of your relationship. But no matter how much you love him and no matter how much your happiness depends on him, as if the world will crumble if you lose him, you don’t own him. And he can still hurt you by what he says or do, consciously or unconsciously. What’s frustrating the most is that if you make a mistake, 1 out of 10, the nine good and responsible decisions you’ve made wouldn’t matter because of that one mistake. One mistake! One mistake and it’s all over. All hopes and dreams and the trust shatters into pieces like a broken glass. No matter how much you try to put the pieces back together, you can never bring it back. Love is just not enough anymore.

“You have a choice. Bad things or temptations can be avoided”.

It hurts. It hurts to say that I didn’t allow you to protect me the way you wanted to. It hurts to say that I hurt you badly. It hurts to realize that I made some awful decisions and allowed things to happen that I shouldn’t have. It hurts to say that I didn’t do anything to vindicate myself...or you...or us. It hurts me so that I kept it from you. The guilt I just couldn’t bear.

I had to take a chance and come out clean because I wouldn’t want to continue lying to you...to myself. I’m bad and so ashamed of what I did. But I have to face this. I have to face you...your anger, your hurt and the consequences. I have to risk it because it’s the only way I can be free. I have to lay my cards down and show you all the beauty and ugliness in me. I have to know if you are willing to accept all that. If you can still accept me...

And you did. You do accept me...everything that I am. And I let out a heavy sigh of relief. As if this big cross I carry around became half the load. It’s because you carried the other half. And what’s great about it is that you are giving me the chance to recuperate from this bug I have. You’re allowing me to fix myself, and not you, fixing me. You’re giving me my chance, my opportunity, my freedom to show you what I’m made of...to show you how responsible I’ve become...for you, for me, for us. I just have to prove it. Show it. Let you feel it. These I vowed to myself.

“What do you want me to do?”, I asked you.

In return, you asked of me, “Because I am hurt, allow me to heal from the pain. I love you, and that will never change. I will not tell you what to do but please understand what I’m going through. Love me the way you love me and because you love me. That is all”.

The Perpetrator

Love is the reason for all this frenzy! Either you’re happy or disappointed with your love life. Sometimes, you don’t even care. Some cope by drinking sessions, partying ‘til the break of dawn, shopping spree, pigging out, working overtime and other sorts of distraction.

Yes, distraction. We all need some sort of diversion from love. If not, it will consume you. You can’t always focus on it. There are other things to mind. I’m not saying it’s not important. For me it’s a blessing from God. But this is not everything there is to in life. We have our priorities and obligations. We still have to use our heads. We still have to grow to the fullest of our abilities.

But love is stubborn! It will find you, it will hit you, and it will make you vulnerable. Sometimes it will make you weak, though sometimes strong. It will blind you, though it can also open your eyes to things that are beautiful. It will cage you, but it can also bring you to a different world…to heaven! Though love can be careless, it is also responsible. It’s still your choice. What will it be? Be the perpetrator of love and not make it as an excuse of your qualms.

The Tale of the ‘Monologues Of A Twenty Something...'

I do a lot of daydreaming. I stare at the computer screen blankly. Position my hands as if I were about to type or hold the mouse in one hand and the other positioned on the keypads ready to press Alt+Tab in case my boss goes over my cubicle. Major pretending to be busy (lol)!

Then sometimes thoughts just run through my head and I get this yearning to type in my feelings. Looking for the right words, sometimes highfaluting, I press down Shift+F7 so it will look or sound nice and also I can add words to my vocabulary.

I play these monologues inside my head (sometimes debating with myself) of what was, what is and what I hope would be, based on my experiences and of what I have seen, heard or read. I try my best to translate them into words, and then read them silently to my satisfaction.

I share it to the world because I have a story to tell. And my story I hope will somehow inspire, affect, and bring joy to my readers or to those who have come across it.

My Only Hope

Emptiness. It’s what I feel whenever I’m alone. I try to color my life with rainbow but this vacuum leaves me longing and wanting for more. I devour like it’s an addiction I must satisfy. Alas, it dissipates and I’m empty once more.

Madness. Everyday I fight for my sanity. I wake up mechanically as mind and body collide. What is out there? What is my place in this world? What will become of me? At the back of my head I worry about these questions. We are all afraid but we embark upon it alone. I look for answers and it becomes my obsession.

Hopefulness. All other things are uncertain except for that one thing I hold dear. My God, my God, my God! My faith in God. I pray that I don’t lose this hope. My one and only hope.

Happiness. By simply loving and being loved. It is the greatest feeling in the world whether mental, physical, spiritual. I am affirmed and appreciated. I am given meaning and reason for my existence. My faith in God is mirrored through my love. My love for you and my love who is you. This is my love of happiness and happiness of love.

And because of my love I am no longer empty but contented. This madness of mine becomes a delightful endeavor. My hope remains to be my hope so I can keep this gift of happiness.

My Little Box

I see the world in this little box of mine
Where my life revolves.
It’s this little island called the Philippines.
A place where I grew up and will most likely end up
For the rest of my life.

But every now and then I will travel
And witness the world outside my box
To experience life the way I am not accustomed to.
And I will enjoy it
Every bits and pieces of the moment.

Then I will realize how wonderful life is
Inside and outside my box.
That my world is not just in this little box of mine.
That I can be anywhere in the world I like
And I can call it my own.

I will learn to value what I have
And appreciate the people I’ve met along the way.
Then little by little I will open my box
To let the world in
To let my world out.

And so this little box of mine
Will simply have to give way
To the breadth of life.
My world will no longer be in this little box
But something bigger, something better.

Beautiful Brown China Eyes

I look at him
and see a beautiful man in front of me.
I am drawn...hypnotized...
can’t take my eyes off of him.
He drowns me with
his beautiful brown china eyes of his.
And I stare back.

He speaks to me without saying a word.
He feels me without touching me.
He hears me without words out of my mouth.
He sees me with his beautiful brown china eyes.

He sees the world and he shows me the wonderful life.
He sees love and he lets me feel his love.
He sees me and he makes me a better person.
And I see it all through his beautiful brown china eyes.