Lana.

Stand beside the grave where my only friend is laid, and 
Learn how quickly mortals fade, how the fairest flower must droop, how the strongest form must stoop,
Learn ... that we are but dust and clay, the short liv'd creatures of a day. Yet do not sigh for there is a clime,
Where they will dwell through endless time,
Who here on earth their Maker serve, and never from her precepts swerve.
The grave to her is but a road,
That leads her to that blest abode. 
Wait me there my only dear, for now my eyes full of tears.
Goodbye my love.
Monday, November 14, 2016

Missing

Even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes.. isn't .!

And still I'm keeping it

I promise to 
Give you a shoulder to lean on, A hand to guide your way, A whisper, a soft whisper that all is well, don't give up...
I promise that 
I will share my pain, laughter and joy. 
I will meet you halfway because I am your friend and your beloved .. and you are my friend and my woman on the road of our hard life.