MY GIRL

Whenever I look at the sky
I feel like having wings
Fly to meet you
A desire to possess you

You love me
You know what I feel
When I look at the sky
Sometimes it arrives until it hurts

The stars remind me of you
So beautiful, so bright
But so far from me
Forgive Me Love

I never tire of thinking
That one day I can touch you
personally say
The good you do to me
How important are

Sometimes I think you
it's just a dream ...
That one day I will wake up
And live alone in longing
that you feel

Today is cold in my room
I miss you even more
Will you take
of my dreams
and bring it to my reality

I hear your voice saying
you love me
and you're my girl
I grieve, I confess ...
Do not know if I should ...
But what if I love you too much?

The sea brings your memory
I know it is your essence
Just like mine too
So miss you

Your love keeps me
Your dengos encourage me
Your caresses excite me
Your voice intoxicates me

I'm alone in my room
But I'm with you
in my heart
Wishing my love
have a good night

What are your dreams
beautiful as are my
I can be with you
walking hand in hand
the beach ...

I do not know what will be the future
Nor do I think
Only wish you enjoy
As for my
My only ...

AM A SUFFERER...

I am a sufferer,
suffering love.
crying with pain
remembering the past.

How many nights in the open
looking at the starry sky.
hearing the noise of the wind
close together, holding each other.
After you left,
my life is only suffering.
nobody else saw me,
I just want to die.

I closed myself as wall
I locked myself in my room.
lost in the dark,
great is my suffering.
Suffer for losing you,
Suffer for loving,
I suffer not see you,
I suffer not touch you.

It is impossible to live
without your caresses.
I just want to know you,
pros around my arms.

Back my love,
my sweet passion.
will ease the pain
this poor heart.
this poetry was based
the life of a young
this dying so much love

Don't Go Far Off

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- 
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

*Pablo Neruda

The Unnamed Blah

These are my secrets
you'll never know, this
hurt I can't show, so I'll
burn this page just like
all those times before,
it's all the same there
and here, a tear is shed
a smile is cracked the
secret remains,
entrenched in this
heart, enveloping those
bitter aspects of this
bleeding past, A haze of
confusion lingering
nothing makes sense,
not these invisible
words on this crumpled
up page, not these bare
thoughts with this
empty smile, glazed
over eyes forget what
is and focus on what
was and now the
words fail to sum it all
up, line upon line of
broken thoughts, a
chain reaction of a
mistaken path...
- Ilse Hill

The Darkness Inside

I can't be more than
what I am but I'll try to
survive the darkness
inside, set my soul
alight with the pain I've
set aside, I've seen
darker days, been a
slave to so many
wrongs, loved in many
ways, but still I'll try to
survive the darkness
inside, I'll lock up these
thoughts and throw the
key away... again, I can't
be more than what I
am but I'll try to
survive.
Ilse Hill

To My Ancestors

I shelter from the rain
under the roof they laid.
I stand safe from
the storms
inside the walls they
erected.
I own a beautiful house
I admit I did not build
and the prosperity the
heaven would
pine for
and that, too, I never
earned.
I sit by the ancestral
window
and watch the rainbow.
I sit on the ancestral
verandah
observing the Clouds
Fair.
I wake up along with
the dawn
and look at the hills
crowned with snow.
in the evening I, too,
attend
the assembly of the
stars.
at night descend
princess dreams
warming up my
bedroom.
and I cherish
their company as if
they are all mine.
The wind knows my
address,
the wild birds do know.
the sunlight knows of
my yards
painted all with love
primeval.
the aged postman
knew my address
long before I did.
my identity,
and place inherited
are known to so many
foreign to me.
Also, I own a lovely
yard
of flowers I did not
plant.
also, I have a kitchen
garden
- Manu Manjil