Life is a puzzle; we are the clues, and God is the answer.
Listen to the tapping of the falling rain, and you’d hear the beating of my heart; whispering nothing but your name — a love so true, a music that won’t stop.
Caress the soft rays of the beaming sun, and you’d feel the warmth of my embrace; soothing your spirit, clasping your hand — a balm that takes the worry off your face.
.Savor the dampness of the morning breeze, and you’d taste the flavor of my love; as sweet as those saccharine toffees — a special treat for you from up above.
See Mother Nature’s painting before you, and you’d notice the bareness of my soul; resilient yet gentle, trusting and true — a simple abode of things that are humble.
Smell the freshness of the morning dew, and you’d sniff the scent of my bliss; my regrets and worries, they are very few — a simple life I live, your kiss is all I miss.
//Sherma E. Benosa
09 November 2007; 3:09am