BITTER ROMANCE

THE BRIDGE

                                                      THE BRIDGE

Here I am looking at the running water.

It all started here on this bridge.

A day I would rather be thrown down the intestine of the shark,

Than to forget.

On that night, you smelled like a fresh rose.

How can I forget the beauty you are made of?

That emanated from your looks which filled me.

I was speechless gazing at you for more than thirty minutes of we been together.

What can I say to make you stay with me,

You are as busy as a horse on the race to meet global needs.

Oh bridge of Wawa, do I need to stand here all night?

Will my love for her make her stay a little longer with me?

I look at my back perpendicularly, all I see is her smiling face.

At my front is her made of glamorous lights, she stood there looking at me.

Her beauty makes me tremble on my feet, gradually I am been left alone here on this bridge.

Please my love, don’t go. Because I cant stand tonight without you smiling at me.

The breeze from the sea clapped it way through my face,

The sky full of stars, no cloud in the approaching storm.

The wind arising from the sea shore got me worried about her, but she is definitely not perturbed.

How I wish she never left, but there was nothing I can do to make her stay.

The dusts of the sea shore made a toast with my face, my hair is blown zigzag, my clothes are warning me against the danger ahead.

I tried to raise my legs to move as fast as I could, but they could only catwalk as my mind could not erase what beauty I had just lost.

 She is the beauty of the ocean, the wealth of the nation, and the most respected among all of her peer mates.

On this bridge have I behold your beauty, from sorrow and care free.

Eve thou I’m worried about your wellbeing, yet there is no tear in thine eye.

When and where would I see thy lovely face again with all thy colorful lights.

My head raised high as I walked down the bridge, she was out of sight.

You are the gem of the orient sea, I wish I could stare at you all night.

Instead of these crested words on this bridge, “thank you, come again”.

I was never oriented that I could be madly in love with someone like her in my youthful age.

Was she also madly in love with me, as, i'm with her? That was a mystery in my head as i staggared my way through the wind.