Meandering Shawarma

We are all nomads, bedouins and gypsies --- always on our feet in quest for glory, fortune, love, happiness and fulfillment. I am Filipino yet the best part of my life has been spent in the vast deserts of the Middle East. My culture clashed with a lot of things. Sometimes, I see a different person in the mirror. I am a shawarma. I am a meandering shawarma. My quest is to be home soon. How soon? Only this blog will eventually tell.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Come What May

Let me tell the worls that this is one journey that is more than merely meandering. This is my destiny. She is my destiny. Ms. Jennifer Capati is the woman God has meant for me all along. We met when we barely know the meaning of love. We were lost in our youth. Finally, in the place where you least expect to meet your lifetime partner, we found each other. Come what may, I will love until my dying day...

Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
I want to vanish inside your kiss
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I Love You, until the end of time.

Come what may, come what may
I will Love You until my dying day.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you.

And there's no mountain too high;
No river too wide
Sing out this song,
I'll be there by your side.

Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I Love You, I Love You,
Until the end of time.

Come what may, come what may, I will Love You
The greastest thing you'll ever learn...
I will Love You, Come what may,
Yes, I will Love You; Come what may,
I will Love You, Til my dying day.

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