Chrysanthemum Flowers Chrysanthemum Flowers
Chrysanthemum Flowers
love is like a flowers , the specials one grow at winter . Leonardy Gunawan : 2006 : P.a.t.i.e.n.c.e  
Leonardy Gunawan : 2006 : P.a.t.i.e.n.c.e

I stand waiting
Attempting patience…
Flames flicker within my eyes
Inner-fires burning deep inside

I trace memories ..
The pain of waiting for the right time to arrive
Thus turn I to prayer and faith,
for in the Lord much is fulfilled.
And better be time spent in hybernation
then in misery as those who fail to wait.

patience, child ..
days will come and go,
circumstance will die and grow--
when the time comes, you'll know,
keep a keen, learning eye of the real situation,
who is refuse to run the cycle

give up yourself to that paintbrush--
lose it all in that literary rush--
lay your soul into those words in you own mind
whatever you so choose, retain that fight:

until then:
patience, child, patience.

I wait in my room,
Wishing for Time to move faster.
Waiting takes Paitience ..
Patience takes Waiting ...
They both are truly the most difficult things to deal with ...

It will just drag on the more you think about it.
It may seem that time is moving slow ...
but, it really is just Time playing tricks on you.

Leonardy Gunawan™

 

love is like a flowers , the specials one grow at winter . love is like a flowers , the specials one grow at winter .
love is like a flowers , the specials one grow at winter love is like a flowers , the specials one grow at winter .

she kiss upon my skin
open up and move on in
is what I´m living for
you´re the one that I adore

I will catch you if you fall
I will hear you should you call
takes away the fear and pain
the nights you´ll live again

imagination means that you are mine
imagination let us take our time
every masquerade and every game

imagination always stays the same

how sweet I roamed from field to field
and tasted all the summer´s pride
til I the prince of lovely world
who win something to guide

she showed me lilies for my hair
and blushing roses for my brow
she led me through her gardens fair
where all her golden pleasures grow

with sweet reduces my wings of lust
and fittest fine in my vocal rage
she caught me in her silken net
and shut me in her golden cage

she loves to sit and hear me sing
then, laughing, sports and plays with me
then stretches out my golden rule
and mocks my lust for privilage .