FreeThink: Reflections, Criticisms and Emotion

I long to see your face I crave for the warmth of your kisses. This whole thing about your existence, the things you hide from me. The fear you have inside- the illuminating bloom of you- your smile.  I will never be good for you. I can never be that ideal. I might not be the man of your dreams but this, I assure you that I am real. I will hold your hands when your'e afraid, I hold it gently- this I plead. I cannot buy expensive rides or house that surpasses the mountains rise. I might not be a billionaire but let me please be a prisoner. It is you, I give my life, and all the love I have inside.

Hold my hands take me to the deepest place of your weary soul, I long for your warmth the love that I have been craving… this feeling of joy that I have always been dreaming of and dying to have. Your face is like the view of the mesmerizing sunset atop of the mountain. Your hair is like its countless rays of the sun’s crown bringing life and light to those who sees it. I want your love more than I would ever value my life existence. My dream ends at the borderline of your coming tears. I will cross the wildest torrents and the highest peaks just to get my way to you. I will tell the whole world how much would I care and how I want to give my life to every part of your self- until we part this world in peace to meet the world’s greatest lover... and rest.

When I decide to fight, when I decide to lift my sword and stand on the battlefield I will show my enemy my hunger for his death. Fear would fear me and death will get mad over my enthusiasm in facing him. Defeat will never be an option even against great odds I will fight and stand my ground even the greatest beast would cower at the size of my wrath. Enemies would swarm like the flies in the sight of a fallen carcass, I will use my sword against them. They will see the afterlife soon as my blade cut through their trunks. When I decide to fight I will give my life even if I gain nothing but scars and countless injuries and even death. Bodies will fall beside me, arrows will pierce my heart draining all the life and blood from out of me but I will still push. I might not be remembered by those who write the history, no poets might sing for me but I will still stand my ground, my body would be the sustenance for the soil, the battlefield is my home and the darkest valley...