Shireen's blog

 

 
"Son, it's not wise to go fishing on Christmas Eve," said old John to Ryan who was about to set sail.
 
" I do not have time for superstitions, John, I have a family to support. It may be Christmas Eve, but business is business. The weather's perfect for fishing. We hope to get a magnificent haul today," was the young man's reply.
 

 Cheeks as crimson as the first blush of love, eyes alive with a sparkle that’d put diamonds to shame, scarlet lips trembling with excitement like the dewdrop on the rhododendron leaf…..A dream in white, decked up in pearls, lace and satin. She’s the most beautiful bride in the world….and probably the happiest. The spring in her step, as she walks, is unmistakable and the glow that lights up her body is as ethereal as her presence itself. Her face reflects the love I’ve always wanted to see... and it hurts all the more to realize it ain’t for me.

For you I'll catch a shooting star
in the palm of my hand,
I'll rob the sun of it's sparkling beams,
when morning awakens the land.
I'll paint your portrait
on the walls of my heart
with colors of dreams
that never fade,
I'll capture the melody of falling rain
to give you a song sweeter
than the sweetest music ever played.
I'll bottle the fragrance