JUST HOW? (HOW DO I LIVE WITH YOUR ABSENCE?) II

But baby tonight, my heart is filled with grief;
And my mind is covered in pain;
For ever since I heard you were leaving,
And you told me it was true;
I've never stopped crying and sobbing;
For each stare at your face, and every thought of you leaves a question in my heart;
Baby, just how am I supposed to survive another night without you by my side?
Just how am I supposed to cope in this world of loneliness, when you're gone?
For you're my only strength on this journey of life;
You're the reason I wake up each morning with joy in my heart;
I should kiss you, I should hold your hands, I should hug you, but I won't,
For then I am reminded that tonight is the last time I'll set my eyes on you;
I'll be reminded that we can never be together again,
And if I could turn back the hands of time,
So we can live our lives again, without this day, I will;
But as you slip out of my life and look to the other side,
There remains a question in my heart; Just how?
And for every day you're away, there'll always be a question in my heart;
Just how am I supposed to breathe when my breath is gone with you?
Just how am I supposed to live with my heart in your hands,
Baby, please tell me, just how?

JUST HOW?

You know, I still remember the very first day I saw you;
It was on a hot summer eve, the sun was just going down;
And the footsteps of dusk were at the door;
I recall my heart fluttered, my ears tingled, and my eyes popped;
For my whole being confirmed you were the one;
And I can still tell what it felt like when we first hugged;
A feeling of warmth filled my skin, and a sense of comfort saturated my mind;
And the night you first kissed me, feels like yesterday;
For I could still feel the softness of your lips against mine;
And the sweet taste of it was like honey;
It was like nothing I've ever felt in my life...

TO BE CONTINUED
Copyright Lysious

IT'S A BATTLE OF HOPE III-THE FINAL BATTLE!

As our universe becomes stricken with poverty, famine, the pandemic of AIDS, malaria, and global warming;
We could feel the pangs of pain around our necks;
And as we hear the continuous tales of nuclear creations and explosions, and terrorists attacks saturating the media, we are turned fear-stricken!
And we realize that our world is on the edge of a precipice, even as we witness its pillars crumbling;
We could still hear the thunderous marching of the veterans;
It's an invitation to war, and we are the combatants;
Even at the forefront of this global unrest;
From the roots of our spirit;
Comes a promulgation of victory;
Unveiled by our tongues;
And reaching far to the utmost part of the earth;
Shouting, It's a Battle of Hope!