Cuando Usted Esta I Se

Till I bow down to the last King of England,
And toast the sword of Monte Cristo;
From the thousand Isles of far east islands,
I will sail this love wherever i go.

Till the tides of season comes to end,
and the throne of men fall;
Till the world rise on judgement,
With this love I conquered 'em all.

Till the life's journey dim in surface
I Moved mountains and embraced;
Till all humors of war come endure,
I will be you knight and shining armour.

Till this eyes come to endless sleep,
And your beauty fades in grave;
Till my last breath and words to fall
I will be wherever my love go!




-- Post From My iPhone

Catching Train

I brought my feet to catch work,
Yet not fast enough to run and walk
With train too fast to pass the station,
I saw it moving forward fading gone.

Knowing one stop is coming ahead,
Fast breath still hangs as i leave;
As the next train slowly approaching
Catching Time is always my daily game.

I summed up the wheels of assume
Beating time is good to run home.
Cambridge heath is a dull station
Not to wish a wait and stay but gone.

I choosed to live day-work this way
Far from home and time to catch train.
Creating one simple poem like this
Tilll i reach Silver street i have to finish the piece.







-- Post From My iPhone