http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/ darylperez Mon, 18 Apr 2005 00:40:25 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2005. Writing Relationships Photography http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html Mon, 18 Apr 2005 08:36:39 GMT Cries of an Aching Heart (three) I once was lonely - I longed for Love I met someone - And we shared Love One day he left me - I blamed Love And I'm still crying - Because I'm still in Love http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/comments?id=5 http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html Mon, 18 Apr 2005 08:34:03 GMT Cries of an Aching Heart (two) You can't hear it; It has stopped beating The heart you left, coldly bleeding You won't know it; It stopped turning The world that once was in you revolving Great was the love, the care that he was bringing But lust and ill pleasure was all that you were yearning You spoke of words wrapped in gold and glitter Behind were all lies that forever won't wither Did you know of Life? - It was what he shared with you Did you know of Love? - It was what he gave you Did you know of Him? - Who lived and loved you http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/comments?id=4 http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html Mon, 18 Apr 2005 08:29:14 GMT Cries of an Aching Heart Closing my eyes but an image appears A memory lingers and imprisoned my peace Do not come closer D not come near The last time I saw you My eyes were in tears Your smile, your gaze, your irresistible embrace and words of sweet promises I find hard to erase Love was not lost when he left you in pain For he can never take it from you And leave you in vain Bleed not my heart And waste not a tear For true love can be spoken Which some may not hear http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/comments?id=3 http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html Wed, 22 Dec 2004 23:32:18 GMT "It's beggining to look alot like Christmas" as the song goes. Year after year, on Christmas eve, we gather ourselves to this one room in our home where the christmas tree is.. Fully adorned by colorful lights and paired with adorable figurines and a tree bathed with the freshest scent of pine, as children eagerly wait for midnight to strike and finally gather their toys, candies and sugar rolls from underneath the tree, or pull them out from santas socks where mom hanged near the fireplace. And Mom, dear sweet mom,.. tired and proud. She makes her way out of the kitchen displaying our... (more) http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/comments?id=2 http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html Tue, 07 Dec 2004 07:58:04 GMT **Working on it http://darylperez.blogdrive.com/comments?id=1