I’ve been reciting prayers for the whole goddamn day. Why? Don’t ask me… I’m freaking out over evil sorceress and royal pain in the ass succubus who no doubt shall suck my blood dry til nothing is left of me. As I said, my life is like an action thriller, and I had to live like a stunt movie star. Right at the moment, this movie star is waiting for her impending doom as it’s approaching.
Oh yes… it’s coming. It’s that time of the year again. Lesser than a week now, with all of those monstrous lions waiting to bite my head off, and I will be no doubt, be bruised and battered a few days after, and I will have to search and find a way to heal myself.
I have love, and God has granted me faith, and now that I know I’ll be bruised and battered after being thrown into such a horrendous stunt in…say, approximately six days, all I can do is hope that someone out there is bearing the first aid knowledge and willing to heal me after that. Anybody? Anybody? Aww, come on, don’t tell me none of you are first aider. I am actually one, but even a first aider needs another when he or she is injured.
Anyway, please pray that I will come out of succubus dragon’s lair in one peace, with my heart and soul still intact. And in the mean time, let me share the serenity prayer with all of you over here. Most of you may not be Christians, but the prayer is inspiring nevertheless.
I have come to the point of my life, where I believe that I cannot always rely on the comfort of human around me, because… to some people, I am nothing special, and deserve no protection nor attention. To some, other things are more important, and whether I like it or not, I have to accept that at times, my feelings will be taken for granted in favours of others, and my faith will always be laughed upon by Pagan whores.
It doesn’t matter. My relationship with God is my own business, and I never asked people to respect my beliefs and faith though I am forced to kneel before theirs. Sometimes I wonder if mutual respect is even achievable…for as far as I am concern, I never asked people to change their ways of life… the way they worship, the way they eat. Perhaps I am asking too much.
All I can do now is pray for serenity for the things I cannot change. And here, allow me to share the Serenity Prayers with all of you. May God grant all of you serenity, and inner peace for the things you cannot change.
Serenity Prayer
God grant me the serenity,
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right,
If I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
And supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
And here is Serenity Prayer by Olivia Newton John.
Cleffairy: Shape your life by the way you think. Shape your thinking by the way you love. Shape your love by your willingness to open your heart.Open your heart by your sheer desire to experience more love. I am naught but bare…I only have love, faith and most importantly, hope.
As an author, I believe that God spent a lot of his time plotting my life and making high quality scripts for me. He must have saw it fit to give me a life that has a plot of a blockbuster movie. You must be wondering why I’m saying all this. It is simple, my precious ones, my life, it’s far cry from normal.
It’s more like a roller coaster ride, or rather, a stormy sea in which I’m in the danger of drowning if I do not sail and navigate with great care. I’ve always wanted a normal, peaceful life, but, He wants my life to be very interesting. I used to resent that. All I ever want is a normal life, with love and serenity in a package.But I no longer resent it.
God must have wanted to inspire me through my own very life, and making me lead a life that resembles somewhat a blockbuster and a thriller movie, where I have a secret identity and constantly fighting the bad guys in the forms of people around me. In many ways… my life resembles a chess game where I struggle to protect myself from being eliminated and consumed by the people around me, even my loved ones. Depressing? Well, that’s the lemon of my life, something I embrace with my whole being right this moment.
Last years… God decided to spice up my life a little bit by lighting up a torch for me in order to let me see the truth about my life, and the people around me. Being human, I had no idea that He was enlightening me. I blamed Him for every single thing that happened, and I feel as if I’m being punished for the things I haven’t even done.
My human eyes were not powerful enough to let me see His revelations. Naturally, my beliefs for Him flew out of the window and beyond. I told myself… He does not exists, because He was not making my life better nor comfort me. I felt alone, and darkness began to consume me, inch by inch.
Things gets more and more worst by the day, and last November was the month of turbulence for me. I felt betrayed and hurt beyond redemption.
God decided to rescue me from darkness by giving me many pointers and hints along the way, and I began to realize that every single thing that I was forced to endure, happened for a reason. The reason is simple. It is for me to see clearly. To show me…to knock senses into my almost malfunctioned brain.
God showed me, that my life is full of hypocrites. Nobody could be trusted wholeheartedly, especially those whom I thought I can trust my life with. God showed me, that I am not always important in someone’s heart.
God showed me, that I shall not always be protected, for in the eyes of the human, I am like a speck of dust. I can be dismissed with a mere gust of wind, and they would not feel a single thing about it. Yes…God revealed to me so many things, and I am very thankful that he finally bestowed me the wisdom to unravel His revelations.
God is great. Praise Him, for he showed me that in truth, my life is full of ungrateful people who forgets their roots when they are rich and successful, and nothing lasts forever. God showed me, that my life is full of Pagan whores who worships demons and drink contaminated blood in delight and pure enjoyments.
He made me see that people in my life… doesn’t believe in Him, and therefore, they cannot count their blessing and nothing is ever enough for them, and instead of being thankful for what they have and cherish whatever that’s bestowed upon them, they greedily ask for more.
They will never be grateful or feel blessed, because they did not allow God to be in their hearts and let the demons rule their heart and minds instead. Instead of taking life as a blessing in itself… they blame everyone for everything except for themselves, and they demand people to tolerate their wants and ways, as if they own the world and everything has to revolves around nothing but them, and only them.
Those people… they are shortsighted. They only think of temporary, worldly enjoyment rather than looking on how to live life in the long run and being responsible for the lifestyle they chose.
Those are the people in my life…those I should be aware of… those who will walk away from me when I needed them most, and those who cannot wait to drink my blood and delight in it. It is a small comfort to know that God is with me, and as long as I seek protection from Him and have faith, nothing could ever harm me.
It saddens me that sometimes, the people that I love could not understand the concept of blessing and gratefulness and scorn people who are God fearing. They have absolute disrespect towards other’s way of life and beliefs, and yet, they demand people to respect and honour theirs. they are the kind of people who only wants to take and never give.
My life may resembles of those superheroes movies where I constantly need to battle the monsters around me, but in truth, I am powerless. I am powerless against the greed and the flaws of humanity.
I could do nothing to change it or force people to repent and be grateful for their blessings. The best thing I can do is pray and hope that one day, God will bless them and grace them with His presence.
Cleffairy: God, please grant me serenity for the things I cannot change. Please, give me peace and I pray for wisdom. Protect me, and shield me, for there are evil and demons who tries to harm me and drink my blood and delight in my pain.
ps: When God makes your life a blockbuster movie, then live like a movie star.
A good blogger friend of mine, Cheeyee or better known as Littlemermy is running an online store for children’s apparel. I’ve known her for more than a year now, and she’s been my pillar of strength last year when my house was burn down in the fire. She was the first one to know about what had happened to me back then, and I thank her for all the comfort and moral support she gave me when I was in distress. Frankly speaking, I would have been pulled into a serious bout of depression again if it wasn’t for her.
Cheeyee is running an online store for kid’s apparel. All these while, I’ve always go goo goo ga ga over the clothes in her online store, Kiddy Villa, and found myself wishing that I have a daughter so that I can dress her up in those fancy, cute clothes for little girls. (Actually, I wish I can wear them myself. LOL…)
I was pleasantly surprised that today, my door goes DING DONG, and a package was delivered to my doorstep.
For a moment, I was wondering what it was, then a grin was plastered to my face asI suddenly remembered that Cheeyee had told me that she’s sending me something today. Well… being an absent minded person, I had somehow forgotten that she told me about it yesterday.
I unwrapped the packaging from Pos Malaysia, and I grinned from ear to ear to see a CNY shirt for Alien. It was from her online store, Kiddy Villa.
Nice, isn’t it? It’s a Ralph Lauren short sleeve shirt. White and dark blue in colour. The fabric of the shirt is so soft and children will definitely feel comfy in this. No worries about having the child who wears this feeling heaty and uncomfy. Made from high quality cotton and could absorb sweat easily. Good for active children.
Cheeyee also sent me a love note ….
This one is a gem. It made me smile for hours, and definitely brightens my day. LOL…Cheeyee knows me well, and so does her little girl Lynn. The Ralph Lauren shirt was chosen by her cute little girl, Lynn. She got taste, and I bet she knows that Alien and I both loves dark coloured clothes. Ahahaha… very suitable for Alien to wear, especially for CNY. *grinz* the duo know me very well indeed. Lynn must have chosen this cuz she knows what a sour grape I am during festive season. Dark colours is the in thing for me during festive season. It reflects my mood very well. LMAO. 😛
Anyway, check out her online store. 😀 She’s having a CNY sale. 😀 Click the banner to be re-direct to her online store.
Perhaps you busy mummies and daddies out there would want to do some last minute shopping for your little ones. What you need to do is just browse the products, select the one that interest you, place your order and make payment after receiving confirmation email from them. Best part is they will deliver to your doorstep. Which means, there will be no hassle of being trapped in the traffic congestion or in the crowded mall. You can save the time to spend more quality time with your children at home.
Cleffairy: Thank you so much for your pressie and a big hug for the comforting note. 😀
This is to the one who held my hands with tears glinting in his eyes and told me that they are beautiful, and one day, I shall hold many hearts in it the way I held his. This may not make much sense to everyone, but this man…he’ll always have a special place in my heart, til the day that it stopped beating.
This man…he means a lot to me, because he’s the only man in this whole wide world who truly know what I like, what dislike and what I loathe. He’s the only one in the world who probably know that I love listening to Rod Steward, Bryan Adams, Sting, MLTR and the only one who did not laugh at me when I told him that I had a crush on Jason Donovan and admired Kylie Minogue.
This man…was the one who taught me how to waltz and dance, and when I got tired and breathless with all the dancing and yet still refuse to stop, he’ll take off my shoes, and let me step on his feet so that I could still dance longer and told me, that each time I’m tired and yet still want to go on dancing, he’ll always be there for me, holding my hands and lead me to dance, and catch me when I fall.
This man… he’s my hero…he was there for me when I was sick and scared, and had tears in his eyes when I was on the verge of death. He held my hands mournfully, with unshed tears and a smile inspired on his lips with prayers in his heart, encouraging me to be brave as I told him not to let go of me as they wheeled me into the operation theater. I remembered those time well… as he was the only one there, truly concern for my pains while the rest seems to be oblivious to my feelings. He kissed my forehead, and told me not to be afraid, for he will be there for me when I wake up.
God loves me, for he gave me this man, who tells me to be brave and be a fighter, and stay strong because the world is a cruel place, and if I need him, he’ll be there for me when I am tired and need a shoulder to cry upon.
Thank you God, for giving me this man, and remembering the times with that man who shall always have a special place in my heart, I feel that for the first time, one lifetime with him is not enough. Thank you God, for giving me such a wonderful daddy in whose heart, I’ll always be his little girl.
Quote from Cleffairy’s latest novel: I wish I can give you the world, but the world doesn’t belong to me. You can have my heart instead.
When I was a little girl, I used to get beautiful dreams where I’m surrounded with scattered and floating collectibles, such as figurines, dolls and music boxes.
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I’m all grown up now. I no longer get beautiful dreams where beautiful music boxes serenade to me. Instead of getting such dreams, I get nightmares consisting of betrayal, cold blooded murders and lies. Even my dad stops buying me those beautiful music boxes because he thought I would prefer those expensive high-tech gadgets instead of simple collectibles I used to get as a little girl.
It is strange how time changed people and their dreams, and I come to realize that every now and then, we should look back at those simple joys we used to have, like giving music boxes to our loved ones as a token of our love and appreciation.
I missed receiving music boxes as a token of love, and since no one buys me music boxes anymore, I’m thinking of getting one as I happened to stumble upon musicboxes.com coupon codes that I can use to buy it for myself. Unless of course…someone out there is offering to buy me one for the coming Valentines?
Cleffairy: I’m all grown up now, but every now and then, I would allow myself the small pleasure of revisiting my childhood fantasies. Tell me… how many of you girls out there still receive a music box as a token of love, or it has been replaced with Ipods, laptop, digicam and whatnots?
For those who have been playful between the sheets as a result of my previous entry on how men can last longer on the bed, should check this out.
Another of my love food recipe, on my new foodie blog EROS EDIBLES. Check it out. There’s step by step recipe with pictures for you to follow over there.
This recipe is designed to provide you energy…. Sodomized chic…
Some men just can’t last long. This is one of the famous complains murmured by women behind men’s back. Women just don’t complain in front of you men because that will definitely hurt your manly ego.
Most men make a boring and unexciting lover because they either don’t bother to make it exciting or don’t know how to make their erection last longer, and therefore, inspiring fake orgasm and whatnot from his female counterpart.
Well, since this article is aimed on men who are famous for their impatience, without further ado, let us proceed to the tips, shall we?
Last-longer position 1: Mission possible
Missionary position. This might not be nominated as “Best Position in the Bedroom” award but this position nonetheless, is the most helpful for men who want to prolong coitus.
Speaking of coitus, you can try practicing coitus interruptus, which entails deliberately withdrawing your slimy little friend from her vagina prior to ejaculation and holding it. Soon afterward, you may insert your little friend back in and continue on your merry way.
Last-longer position 2: Face me, darling.
Another great position that’ll help most men last longer during sexual intercourse is the “sitting inside each other” position. You sit with your legs crossed and she sits atop you doing the same and controlling the tempo.
The great thing about this position is that you get to rub her back or pull her by the shoulders and suck on her breasts with ease. As well, she can bite into your neck or rub your back while you both enjoy a constant sexual pace. This position is quite an intimate position, and most women would find it enjoyable.
When you become accustomed to this situation and learn adequate penis control, then you can give her some new instructions and get her to squat up and down on your member while she puts her hands on your knees for balance.
Last-longer position 3: Ride ’em cowgirl, yeehaaa!
Some men does loose control when they’re in this position, considering they don’t have any power when the woman on top does all the maneuvering, many men find a woman’s back-and-forth thrusting rather than up and down very comfortable.
Allowing her to take control of the situation can help you concentrate on keeping your orgasm at bay. As well, you get to watch your little cowgirl bounce around while she does her thing.
Once the thrusting thing becomes child’s play for you, you can try letting her squat. But be warned: The squatting position is likely to make you lose your mind and send you straight to seventh heaven and ejaculate a lot faster.
That’s because in this cowgirl position, the vagina tends to hug your penis rather tightly, and your genitals and hers are the only two body parts that are touching
Last-longer position 4: Spoon me, baby…
This position should be reserved for morning sex. With her back facing you, lift up one of her legs and insert yourself inside her warm fleshy area.
Although the initial feeling may be that of tightness, if you brace yourself, the feeling will become more comforting. Many guys are able to control themselves and last longer in this position.
Dear men, keep in mind that it takes more than just sex positions to help you last longer. You need to keep a positive frame of mind. Don’t turn it into a self-fulfilling prophecy by continuously telling yourself that you can’t do it. You can, especially if you believe you can.
Turning foreplay into a game of lustful sexual containment can be more fun than the actual sex itself. Make your foreplay last. Practice makes perfect, men… understand the waterworks, and get into the game. And last but not least, ladies and gentlemen, I have a message for all of you:
Cleffairy: You know what I mean… safe sex, people. here’s blowing all of you a kiss, and have a nice, sexy weekend.
I was named after the Queen of England. My name is Elizabeth. The Spanish called me Isabel while the French knows me as Isabelle. People who are closed to me called me Liz or Lizzie, because they can’t be bothered calling me by my whole blessed name.
Some people are just goddamn blessed that they are born in the world where democracy is practiced, and I’m not the heir to any throne, or Elizabeth I of England herself, for I might have ruled with my iron fists, and send heads rolling.
You read it right. I would have sent heads rolling, and I probably wouldn’t feel a thing about it. Cruel, yes. I am cruel. I can be extremely cruel when I want to be. And I would have made sure people remembers me for that so that they know they shouldn’t mess with me in the first place.
People are just so lucky that they are not my subjects, as while I’m very easy to please and I take delights in little pleasures the world have to offer me, I am also a very bad tempered and unforgiving woman.
I don’t forgive easily. I may have grown up like a little princess where I was taught of horseback riding, archery, chess, literature, philosophies, history, mythology and politics as early as five years old (yes, my father seen to it that I grew up like a princess, knowing what a princess should know- the only thing that I lack would probably be music and fencing), but the world had seen to it that I don’t grow up to be a weak fairy tale princess who had herself under illusion that the world is made of cotton candy, soft and sweet.
My father used to tell me that I was rather sharp-minded when I bothered to be as a child. And he was right at some point, as I don’t need to be Henry VIII’s daughter to realize that the world is a place that’s full of people who can’t wait to betray each other for their own benefit. I grew up to be rather aware of my surroundings, and I don’t trust people or respect people easily, even as a child.
And so, when I say I trust you and respect you, then you’re one of the lucky few, and you better not do anything to destroy my trust, for once it’s broken, I shall never give it back, and I’d do anything in my power to make you regret that you’ve ever been born. Yes, consider this as a warning.
Some people… they are just damn lucky that I am not a monarch, as I am quite a territorial being. I loathe it when people do as they pleased in my home, and I absolutely resent people who touched my things without permission and enter my domains to do as they please without considering my feelings on that matter. That is absolute disrespect and insult to me. Oh yes, some people are just lucky, for if I am Elizabeth I and those people are my subject, I’d have them hanged and quartered for even dare to think of touching what belongs to me. They are blessed, and lucky indeed that I am not a Queen who rule over them.
Some people are just goddamn lucky, but the world is not blessed enough to have me as a Queen, as I would have done whatever it is in power to protect my country and put it’s interest before me and I wouldn’t punish people for their faith, but punish them for their deeds and wrongdoings instead. It’s a trait many rulers and government lack, don’t you think?
Quote from Cleffairy’s latest novel: Give me not the quill and ink, for I shall sign your death warrant.
Hmmm… I think I’m going to post up my frugal recipes on weekends from now on. It’s kinda nice to blog about food for a change. But my recipes would be frugal recipes or aphrodisiac, and the recipes would be really simple to follow.
I don’t think I have what it takes to be a gourmet chef, anyway. My purpose of cooking is solely concentrated on feeding hungry mouth…anything goes for me, as long as it’s edible.
I’m a small eater, but I hate to see food goes to waste. Remember my previous entry about Frugal Spaghetti? Well… I have plenty of leftover pasta sauce and spaghetti, even after walloping 6-7 meals of it. So, I decided to improvise a bit by cooking a simple fried spaghetti meal, as the leftovers are not quite enough to make a decent regular spaghetti meal.
Make a ‘hole’ in the middle of the wok by pushing the spaghetti aside, and crack the piece off egg into it. It should look like the picture below:
Wait til the egg is half cooked before stirring the spaghetti once again. The spaghetti should be slightly sticky with the egg when you serve it. More or less, the spaghetti should look like the picture below when it’s done.
Best eaten when piping hot. Suitable to be served as dinner or lunch.
Getting to know mature and wise fellow bloggers out there, like Shakira, Claire, Eugene and STP made me learn a lot. I feel tiny in comparison to them, all because they are wiser, and have been through rougher times than me. They made me realize that life is a tough, but a wonderful journey. It’s just like sailing in a stormy sea. You just needs to stay strong and be courageous in order to survive and not drown instead.
My days are usually bad, as I have sleeping problems and whatnots. But these days, I tend to count my blessing, even when I had a rough day and nothing good actually happened.
There’s not much I can write today, cuz I had terrible, nasty headache, and my Muse avoided me like a plague. I couldn’t really do anything today, but out of boredom, I went on youtube, and found this Italian/Neapolitan song, O Sole Mio, sang by the late Maestro Luciano Parvarotti and the hot hunk Bryan Adams, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful and blessed that I met my husband and married him.
Do you know why I feel that way? Oh, well, most of you might not realize it as I sounded very fierce and firm with my stands in my articles and my comments. But truthfully, I am a hopeless romantic inside, and I have a hunch that if I didn’t meet my husband almost 8 years ago, I would have definitely fall in love with the person who serenade O Sole Mio to me. Or even worst, I could have married the first person who proposed to me by singing this song beneath my bedroom window.
I could have ended up with someone like Parvarotti, for all I care. You see, I’m not the kind who would fall in love with people for their looks and looks alone. Call me weird, but I consider people’s voice a a charming trait. While some woman may go for men who are loaded, I couldn’t care less if the man is penniless. As long as the man is… ahemm… a passionate man and can demonstrate to me that he’s a good and exhilarating lover, then my heart is all gone. I’d choose a single stalk of a rose rather than a huge hunk of diamond. I’d go for a love letter any day rather than expensive gifts. And I definitely go for a virile young man who could satisfy me in bed rather than a financially stable, elderly man who can lay a kingdom at my feet but could not perform in bed.
Passionately hopeless, isn’t it? But I can’t help it. That’s who I actually am. Even my own love story with my husband involved fireworks, roses, romantic visits through the window and a whirlwind romance. I am not sure if I want to share my love story with all of you, as it’s quite X-rated.
I don’t know how your love stories with your sweethearts goes, but mine is rather an old fashion courting rather than the modern ones. I never once go dating with him in a cinema, and instead of going for clubbing or something of that sort, we waltzed beneath the fluorescent light back in the hostel room and boy, did we court troubles.
My husband… was quite a Regency Rake type of guy, and I was… let’s say I was a woman, ruled by my hormones. This is going to sound rather shameless, but he had ways with me, and I fell for it. There’s intense chemistry between us back then, and would you be surprised if I say that I knew who was right for me with a mere touch of the hand?
Weird, but true. I’ll be honest here. I used to have crushes on boys when I was in high school, but I know that we’re not meant to be lovers as I feel that they are not for me when I held their hand.
Anyway, for what it’s worth, I am glad that I met my husband. It’s a blessing that I tend to take for granted as time passes by. My passionate and romantic nature could have spelled troubles for me, but I’m glad that I fell for the right person. I could have fall for some Spanish or dangerous Italian Casanova for all I care.
I never do fall for bad-ass kind of guy like most girls do. I have tendency to fall for romantic blokes who would romance me. It would have been disaster for me if I didn’t meet the right one.That thought alone made me shudder.
My own love story is not flawless, and not always romantic, but I did the right thing. I married someone whom I cannot live without, instead just marrying someone whom I can just live with. That alone is a blessing, isn’t it? God does love me after all. He gave me someone to accompany me through this rough life, and I should thank him for that.
It would please me immensely if you could share with me your love story, but if you can’t, it’s all right. I’ll understand, cuz it might be somewhat personal and X-rated too. Whose love story is not X-rated, anyway?
Allow me to end this entry with a songs dedication. ‘O Sole Mio’ and the English rendition of it, ‘It’s Now or Never’ sang by the King of Rock, Elvis Presley. They are beautiful love song, and I suppose, it’s composed to steal someone’s heart.
O Sole Mio – by the late Maestro Luciano Parvarotti & Bryan Adams
Neapolitan lyrics
Che bella cosa e’ na jurnata ‘e sole
n’aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe’ ll’aria fresca pare giàna festa
Che bella cosa e’ na jurnata ‘e sole
Ma n’atu sole,
cchiù bello, oje ne’
‘O sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole, ‘o sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
sta ‘nfronte a te!
Quanno fa notte e ‘o sole se ne scenne,
me vene quase ‘na malincunia;
sotto ‘a fenesta toia restarria
quanno fa notte e ‘o sole se ne scenne.
Ma n’atu sole,
cchiù bello, oje ne’
‘O sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole, ‘o sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
sta ‘nfronte a te!
’O SOLE MIO (Translation)
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day,
A gentle breeze after the storm!
Through the fresh air already appears a feast.
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day!
Refrain:
But another, lovelier sun doesn’t exist.
My sun is your face.
The sun, my sun,
Is your face, is your face.
There’s a light in the panes of your window.
A laundress sings and boasts.
While she wrings and spreads and sings,
There’s a light in the panes of your window.
Refrain
When night is falling and the sun is setting,
A feeling almost like melancholy overcomes me.
I would stop under your window,
When night is falling and the sun is setting.
Refrain
English rendition of O Sole Mio- It’s Now Or Never by Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley – It’s Now Or Never Lyrics
It’s now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it’s now or never
My love won’t wait.
When I first saw you
with your smile so tender
My heart was captured,
my soul surrendered
I’d spend a lifetime
waiting for the right time
Now that your near
the time is here at last.
It’s now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it’s now or never
My love won’t wait.
Just like a willow,
we would cry an ocean
If we lost true love
and sweet devotion
Your lips excite me,
let your arms invite me
For who knows when
we’ll meet again this way
It’s now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it’s now or never
My love won’t wait.
It’s Now or Never+ O Sole Mio
Quote from Cleffairy’s novel in progress: I’m afraid that I will say anything to you that might come out wrong, so instead, I will try to tell you with this silence. When you understand the words I’m not saying, then maybe you can teach me to speak again, like you’ve taught my eyes to see, and my heart to love.
