Why wasn’t I the First?

“Why wasn’t I the First?” by Esmond Ng 23/01/11 © Copyright

To me Love is but to Love,
Nothing less than which suffices the word.
To me Love is surely to give,
Unconditionally to put the other as first.

When sit I in still of night ponder,
Why of all do I miss Thee every unengaged?
Of my waking moments does do doeth,
That you fill my mind of you and your images.

Nothing else matters,
For you am I yours only should you ask given.
I am everything I choose for you be,
If only you see what I see.

But this night I sit again yet rethinketh,
What be I to you then I wonder.
Would I be to you what you be to me?
Would I be first everything just like my Love to me?

For you not to me what I to you,
Always had put in first place my heart true.
I believed once, I did,
I believed in you and me.


Tired and Busy

“Tired and Busy” by Esmond Ng 23/01/11 © Copyright

You’re tired yet you go for your draining games,
You’re tired yet you wine away before your next early workday.
You’re busy yet you with friends have time for travel & merry,
You’re busy yet your actions oft tell a different story.
I understand fully yet I cannot help feeling dismayed,
That while you’re tired you have energy left but not for me,
That while you’re busy you have time for all others but not meet me,
I comprehend fully that you wish when the above you do makes you happy,
But if I were you I’ll give everything just to next to you be.