The Other Side of your Heart
Behind the portrait of your eyes,
A placid soul lies,
Serene as the blue sea,
Yet perturbed by its perplexity.
For beyond your soul’s silence,
Hides a heart torned by turbulence,
A dilemma of chance & choice,
That mixed emotions would never rejoice.
Rapid melancholic beats,
Reverberating as it hits,
The highest mellow tone,
Of a music forbidden by its own,
For within that empty space,
Lies a memory of a woman’s face,
The lady you have loved so dear,
Amidst the moment unclear,
Pouring all your love unto her heart,
Here I am unnoticed since the start,
Joys and excitements you had with her,
Woes & bitterness alone I suffer.
Why hast thou caused me this enigma?
Is this love influenced by some dogma?
Or a simply perennial feeling of longingness,
Caught by a bait of powerlessness,
Who am I to move you?
Forcefully tell you what to do,
For you I am just an ordinary someone,
Who could never be that special One.
For deep within your heart,
I could never replace that woman’s part,
In your life as it never departs,
Frozen by memories of fate’s art,
Could I just be at the other side of your heart?
September 15, 2006
By Diana Mae R. Bebelone
Behind the portrait of your eyes,
A placid soul lies,
Serene as the blue sea,
Yet perturbed by its perplexity.
For beyond your soul’s silence,
Hides a heart torned by turbulence,
A dilemma of chance & choice,
That mixed emotions would never rejoice.
Rapid melancholic beats,
Reverberating as it hits,
The highest mellow tone,
Of a music forbidden by its own,
For within that empty space,
Lies a memory of a woman’s face,
The lady you have loved so dear,
Amidst the moment unclear,
Pouring all your love unto her heart,
Here I am unnoticed since the start,
Joys and excitements you had with her,
Woes & bitterness alone I suffer.
Why hast thou caused me this enigma?
Is this love influenced by some dogma?
Or a simply perennial feeling of longingness,
Caught by a bait of powerlessness,
Who am I to move you?
Forcefully tell you what to do,
For you I am just an ordinary someone,
Who could never be that special One.
For deep within your heart,
I could never replace that woman’s part,
In your life as it never departs,
Frozen by memories of fate’s art,
Could I just be at the other side of your heart?
September 15, 2006
By Diana Mae R. Bebelone
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