Didith Marcelo Poems
Two roads to travel,
A relationship stood,
I look, I thought, I cannot take the roads,
But it happen I traveled the roads.
The roads of fight and make it up.
The love vehicle is still on engine care,
Still driving well in these two roads,
A relationships of roads that makes happy and struggle on.
Seeing the coverground where brushwood stood,
A reminder how beautiful the nature love aloof,
Oh two roads to travel, two persons must stood as one,
Or else forever vanity stood.
In your eyes I see the gloomy world that rest upon.
In your eyes I see the delivering pains that the opportunity brings.
Why suffer my dear?
Why do you ride in deceiving offers?
Blessed is the one who move on.
Blessed is the who stand firm in awesome knowledge of truth.
Blessed is the one who is not driven by fear,