keep the fire burning...

I was wondering...
What if I hadn't met you?
What if I didn't get the chance to have you?
Would I be happy or would I be sad?
Would I be with someone else or not?
Would my life ever be the same?
Would I ever be the same?
So many questions will be left unanswered...
All these will be left unsure...
But now I am happy...
I am happy that I met you...
I am much more happy now that I have you,
than having to answer it all...

This was a short poem that I wrote ages ago for the love of my life, when I was ecstatic. Oh love... It makes you do things that you never thought you were capable of doing. Anyway, my big black notebook reminded me that I had a little poem tucked away in one of its pages. Reading it all over again has left me remembering the moments of bliss.

Grow Old With You
Adam Sandler

[Billy Idol (Speaking):] Good afternoon everyone.
We're flying at 26,000 feet, moving
up to thirty thousand feet, and then we got clear skies
all the way to Las Vegas, and right now we're bringin you some in-flight
entertainment. One of our first-class passengers would like to sing you a song
inspired by one of our coach passengers, and since we let our first-class
passengers do pretty much whatever they want, here he is.

[Robbie Hart (Singing):]
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

Need you
Feed you
Even let you hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink
Oh I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you

I miss you Peter Parker, l'amour de ma vie...

Labels: big black notebook, peter parker, poem

I didn't want to change my very first blog so I decided to add another blog instead. I admired this template so why not use it. Fire has always fascinated me and I love the color red, a perfect combination. I'd like to think I'm fiery, so I guess it applies. I love to talk, but when I talk, it is only my mind that speaks. When I write, my mind and my heart join forces. Writing was never my passion, or so I thought, but I've always kept a journal. I call it my big black notebook, because it HAD a black cover and it is big. My big black notebook is the only witness to what my heart really speaks, so its like my companion through thick and thin. When I get so happy, so brilliant, so lonely, so frustrated, so weary, so furious, I pour it all out to my trusted companion. It is my therapy, writing, I mean. I still have my big black notebook with me, minus the black cover. I have never shared it with anybody else, until now, though I was left with no choice when they decided to prowl over the pages without my knowledge. I used to get so angry when I find out that somebody has gone through its pages. There were three people who have seen what's written on it, and these three people I had to forgive, because they are the three most important people in my life. What is left of my big black notebook are a few pages, some torn. I am not giving my companion up, and neither am I giving my first blog up(I have an active blog before this, so technically, this is my second blog) It's just that I feel that I need another blog with a different feel to it. I feel that this will be my serious side... hopefully...

Labels: big black notebook, rants