a daughter and a son

There was a love story i have known
which blossomed like a white rose among the red ones...
HE was a son to me...
as SHE was a daughter like my own....

Their love was boundless, they had fought space and time...
They were miles apart yet his voice was so felt by her heart
that she can feel him holding her hands.

He is the only one that can calm her....
He makes her listen well...
and although she's a brat...
His messages would make her want to follow every command.

But life isn't a fairy tale...
He is a reality... and
She's living in a dream....

He is the truth and all there is in her is a fantasy...
She has to leave.... or die....

and so my daughter has to sing this song....




But could my son easily forget?
could he really say goodbye to the person that made him feel so special and so important?
Could he really just easily turn his back to the person who had given him her heart?
could he really allow the person, who's heart had been occupied by all his memories, to slip away just like that?

She so cherishes the first song he had given her.....
and so it goes...




And that's what i call TRUE LOVE....

but " bee, we have the same heart, that is why you're
a daughter just like my own...

and so when it's hurting too bad...
don't hold on.....

when it's killing your soul...
don't look back...

if you really love him...let him stay in your heart...
and although you just can't let him go....
please, let go of yourself....


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