Enjoy the world more

by reading this collection

of poetry and prose that
will bring you into
various realms and will
deliver you all the
emotions to love your life
and to live your love.
 '

Do not sleep with a heavy heart.

Do not love a broken heart.
Do not fake a cake
If you cannot do what's going to
take.
Do love with all your heart—
with purity and art.
Promise me to love me at my
worse—
Even though, I don't love myself
at my worse.
 ?

Have you ever asked yourself;

why do you like these, why do you
loathe those and why this works to
you and to others not?
Have you tried contemplating
what makes you a "you" today? Is
it the past that still resonates? Is it
this present that kept you kicking?
Or the future you endlessly
predicting?
Now, I am asking you—who
are you today?
 Do not ever blame the
gravity for falling in love. Blame
yourself why you fall in it.
 Sometimes we need a small
mishap to learn something we
badly need.
 The moment you said yes,
it's like awarding me a promise
that will never be broken. Until
now, I still hold on to that.
 Loving you is like
experiencing all the four seasons
simultaneously.
There are words I want to say
but I should not.
There are actions I want to do
but I cannot.
There are things I miss
but I should not.

Love also has its own boundary.

 No matter how many
unfortunate events happen, as if
the bad omen became my
shadow which always follow me
daily, I still have you to make me
feel that despite those, all is well.
 If I had the chance to write
our love story, I would like it to
be written on papyrus. So that
many generations would know
how exactly loving you feels
like.
Endless trial and error
you must feel
before you truly
heal.
Christ's season gave Christian Loid—
a visionary as Calliope, wishful in stars
and imaginative like Prometheus.
Son of Cherry Valenzuela, sibling of
none.
Lover of Love, Wisdom and Universe.
Who feels amused by Muses, warm by
Vesta and inspired by Athena.
Who find happiness in being lost to
discovery, hidden in revelation and
loved despite pain.
Who needs the path to Nirvana, the
yellow road to Oz and the map to
Wonderland
Who gives rays of sunshine, penumbra
of the moonlight and waves of ocean.
Who fears the melancholy of rejection,
the shadow of past and echo of
pressure.
Who would like to see love in Paris,
luxury in England and history in
Mesopotamia.
Who enjoys the pearls in the sky, the
cottons floating in the air and the home
inside of someone.
Who likes to wear black clothing with
vibrant smile and goofy personality.
This is me, and I am ready into the
unknown.
Valenzuela, the perfectly imperfect
creature in the Universe.
 Things might not occur
today as we expect, but days are
endless.
 '

Love is everywhere. You'll

soon have it in the right time, on
the right place and with the right
one.
In your embrace,
I found refuge.
In your eyes,
I found respect.
With your smile,
I feel special.
With your existence,
I feel at home.
At last—
at long, long last.
I found my home to you.
 The love for you will always
be uncountable. It can't be on
expensive flowers, savory dishes
or sweet chocolates. Loving you
means hugging you with all
might so you feel secured.
Talking to you non-stop to make
your day not boring. Lastly,
highly respecting you to make us
whole.
 All ends have means and
final ends. For me, those
mentioned is you—my
happiness.
 The first day I fell in love
with you occurs every day.
 With you, I always feel
worthy to be found. Thank you.
Imagine this,
your first love has their own first
love.

Wish in the stars

that you'll also be immortalised.

The first love never dies,

but you're hoping their first love
dies.
 I'm tired with you, yes. So,
please let's rest.
 Loving you is not an
achievement, it's a blessing.
 Waking up next to you will
always reminds me of what love
looks like. Spending the day
with you will always makes me
feel loved. Sleeping together will
always say to me that there's
another day with you.
 I wish that when you see the
stars, I will be your wish.
 You're not the god of Love,
but you kept on arrowing my
heart. May you will be my
forever Cupid?
 If you kept on missing some
things in your life, you'll never
appreciate that you all had it first
before being missed.
 Not everything you want
you'll own, even though you
work hard for it. Sometimes,
what you truly desire is not
destined to be yours.
Today, I failed.
Tomorrow, I'll try again.
 As we know it, leap year
happens after a 4-year interval.
It's rare, just like how I met you.
But please know that even
though you're rare like a leap
year, loving you don't happen in
intervals. It constantly happens
before, during and after
intervals.
 About the Author

Christian Loid Valenzuela is an award-winning

writer, an internationally-recognised poet, a Wattpad
Ambassador, a professionally-trained book editor and
a Bachelor of Secondary Education with a
specialisation in English student from the Philippines.
He took various online academic certifications
through the online/distance learning programmes of
various UK universities, such as the University of
Cambridge, Leeds and Southampton to name a few.
Christian Loid is also a member/researcher of
the Social Science and Humanities Research
Association. He has an unconditional love for books,
literature, research and teaching.

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