I. Admiration 
"The Praises"

Ever seen the sun shine on the sky?
To look at it directly without blinding an eye?

Ever heard the softest voice of a heaven lark?
To feel every sound tremble in your heart?

Ever grasp a hand that feels like cushion?
Stuff with feathers or the softest cotton?

Ever get lost with just one look from someone eyes?
To forget the world uncompromised?

Ever taste the sweetest kiss like a chocolate bar?
Bewitched by that kiss, though it’s a dream so far? 

Ever felt the warmth of an emotion like fire?
A burning passion for someone you admire? 


Ask me, ask me, and I shall say yes. 


To look directly on the sun at high
Would be impossible without hurting an eye
Yet the brightest being belong not to the sky
But to a lady who’s worth a million sighs. 

Again, the softest voice belongs not to a lark
But to the same lady who have captured my heart
Every word she speaks, a rule that conquers my all
Every sound she makes, a music that soothes my soul. 

I have touched her hands but it was only before
It was so quick that I am whining for more
To hold her for long is what I always want
To squeeze her palms and tell her she’s my only one. 

Then came a time she looks my way
A sudden cold froze my frame
She smiled and I just lost all words to say
For these are more than enough to complete my day. 

Oh, her pale ruby lips tempting for a kiss
I wonder how soft and passionate it feels
Though, I haven’t taste her sweetest kiss I always dream
But to see her bit her lips is enough to make me grin. 

Still, these are but a portion of who she really is
Mere reflections of true beauty, to say the least
Only words of attempt to compare her to a star
All from a simple man adoring her from afar.

II. Question
"The Doubts"

Can a day pass without seeing the night?
To forget the dark and enjoy the sight?

Can a lightning strike without hearing it roar?
To hear no thunder as we see it soar?

Can a candle endure the flame as it gives off light?
To withstand the same fire that brightens it up and shortens it life?

Can we not appreciate the thread that holds the kite at ease?
To hail them together and not as a separate piece?

Can we not love someone we knew as a friend?
To give it a shot and see where it ends?

Can we not tell which is hard and which is not?
To hold on to nothing or to just give it up?

Ask not, ask not or receive only my doubts.

Why give way to the night that reminds only grief?
If daylight uplifts spirits, sending blues to drift?
Why let night bring back the tears I cried?
If daylight can somehow mend my shattered pride?

Why can’t lightning flash without roaring so loud,
If we already knew the upcoming rage of the hazy clouds?
Instead, why not let the breaking of a heart be so audible,
If no ones knows the fate of a man inconsolable?

Many hail the kite as they gaze its flight
And yet not see the thread that holds it tight;
Like, why appreciate only the things I’ve done?
And not the man who I truly am?

I wonder how a candle feels as they lit up its wick
Of what the flames for- to be useful and yet to be weak?
The same question as to why she exist in my life,
To bring me joy or to push me far to strife?

Why do we always weigh friendship and love?
Why is it hard to choose which one to lose and which one to have?
Do we not value friendship if it turns into love?
Can we not love a friend if it's her we want to have?

Funny on how desperate we became to hold onto something
Not wanting to give up but the pain is unnerving
And when we let go, the pain is gone and we are free,
But only to find out that our hands are empty...

Yes, the risks are high yet the stakes are low,
Chances are small yet the emotions still flow;
I hate to say this, but the simple man starts to doubt,
"Should I still pursue her or find my way out?"

III. Renunciation
"The Sacrifice"

Seasons have turned,

Lessons are still unlearned.

The wind had blown the leaves so hard

Still it didn’t push my place in your heart.

Rain had pour heavily on the pavement

Still it didn’t wash the pain and bereavement.

Sun had shone so powerful in the sky

Still love was not there to intensify.

Clouds have tried to cool the heat down

Still it is not enough to disguise my frown.

Seasons, again, have turned

Lessons, now, I must learn.

And so as not to make the agony prolong

I have to say this and be strong

It’s not that I want to but I have to

You know I like you but you ignored the fact that I do

And twice as hard as it is to utter

I know the fight has long been over

Someone stole you away,

While in this mud, I still lay.

And that simple man had grown weak and tired

Leaving me no choice but to bid goodbye

Not wanting to give you up but I have to lie

To say I’m ready to let you fly

It’ll bring me tears, surely I’ll cry

But I have to keep it as I slowly die…

This is my sacrifice.

IV. The Fable
"Why Mild Red?"

‘Tis a tale of a love undying

Attraction between two unlike being-

One was a jasmine with beauty, extraordinary

The other, a sparrow with courage but the ordinary

And yet irony strikes, as it was a love one-sided-

The fair-feathered guy wants something deep

Whilst the flower wants nothing more than friendship.

Hard it is for the jasmine to be true,

Indeed, to break it will bring him blue.

So to ease the hurt, she took time to think

To find a way to give him a hint,

“I shall give my heart to you in an instant

Only if you’ll make happen what I demand.

Turn my white petals to red,” she continues

“And receive my love if it becomes new.”

Seeing a hope in the cloudy sky

The sparrow flew and rose so high

Wasting no time, he sought for good advice

To the Great Owl, he went out to try.

Upon hearing the little bird’s narration,

The Owl perceive the white flower’s insinuation,

“To turn a jasmine to red overnight,

Is as impossible as catching a pinch of light.

Her summon is of no solutions,”

Disclosing his nearing conclusion,

"Poor young fellow, don’t you understand

It is not you, the fair lady wants.”

With disbelief, he left weeping all out loud

With desperation, he soared through the woody crowd

At end, he found himself despairing unduly

Unnoticing his small wound bleeding so badly.

In time, he discovered his cut agitating

Seemly, he saw his blood all-gushing;

Determined as he was to erase his worry,

An idea entered his mind to answer his query

“All she wanted is to be red,

With my blood, I shall turn her into red.”

Settled, he hummed to the wind his goodbye

“To make her happy, I’ll risk my life.”  

And with the fading of the sun in the west

He picked up a twig and pierces his breast.

Lacerating, he flap his wings to fly onto her

Make the blood squirt and bleed all over her.

Grasping for breath, he tried to bury the twig more

Drawing much blood to dye her red more.

And it was over.

As the moonlight shone down to her new petal crown,

He was crying with bliss to see how beautiful she’d become.

Weak and tired, he tried to fly far with no sound

But as the wind blows, he faints back to the ground.

Soon, the day was dawning

Everybody saw the jasmine’s color changing.

Not far from her was the sparrow dying

Rousing in his bloodstained body weakening.

“Forgive me, my dear jasmine, for I fail

I have turned you not into red, only pale.

Your petals have changed only into mild red

Forgive me, if it’s not what you wanted.”

Confusion struck the mind of the lady

Guilt invaded her heart, unhappy.

Tears, not of love, but of pity

Rushed from her eyes with honesty,

“‘Tis not what I expected,

I want no life be suspended.”

Too late for her sympathy

The winged fellow is drowned with agony.

For the last time, the sparrow tried to utter

His acceptance and farewell to the jasmine flower.

“Now I know, what you want to imply

You do not love me, that is why.

Love does really conquers everything-

But it changes not the reality of everything-

I am a bird and you are not,

You are a flower and I am not

Much more your eyes see just through me

Much more your heart feels nothing for me…”