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somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

Found this out from Tim's blog.....

The Indian snake creature known as the naga was believed to reside in groups apart from normal humans, and many legends tell of their secret citites hidden deep in the jungle, underground, or underwater. In many tales, the naga is often of royal lineage, or sometimes even divinity. Nagas are often associated with water, and it is said that they can control the weather. As a naga, you possess strong leadership abilities, you are highly intelligent, and you can also be a bit intimidating. You also enjoy the finer things in life and like to be pampered, and you're not too keen on mixing and mingling with the unwashed masses.   Find our what's yours >>>>> Who is your inner Shapeshifter?

you wouldn't want anybody to make your emotions surface and then neglect all of it after you burst...leave you...then smile...

YOU thought you are in control of your self...your life for 24 years...but the presence of this fine (or so you believed) entity made that self security vanish.

and for what, you said?  for LOVE?  damn love begins when you let go of yourself...but should things go outta hand, when do you REcollect yourself?

it there a way to put things back?  is going back even an option?

ahhh.....here goes nothing...

what will happen if the water is too shallow for you to teach how to dive?

Moments of truths are the times that i'm dreadful of...of admitting to myself that i failed. That i was not able to do and accomplish the desires of my heart and the acts i've posed. These are the hardest things to face. To admit ones mistakes, ones faults. and then your lips open...breath goes out but it's all air--no word, no sound. Neither tears nor laughter is created. It's all a stunned face. Truth hurts a lot of hearts. and it's a huge torture in the mind. How to say it, how to blurt it out. It ain't easy coz it'll shatter either yours or somebody else's feelings. it is a torture...and nothing else. But should you keep words that will hurt more as time passes? There is never a right time...no exact moment...no perfect timing. And the bad thing is, you're not even sure if it's the right thing to do...if it's really what you wanna happen. SO... when do i say goodbye? and when do i keep holding on? It's all destructive...or is it distracting? I love being in love. But is love existing just because you don't wanna get hurt? Or is it there to remind you that love will really hurt eventually? Is love there only because you don't wanna be alone? It's hard to face things on your own....and i admit... I am afraid to be alone....i am afraid to be lonely. So i love...selflessly? Forget that shameful term... Love is all 'bout being obsessed...of ones security.