Contemplate a teardrop,
and this is what I see.
A drop of moisture
from an irritation?
Some agree.

What is a teardrop made of,
just some water from a gland?
But brush it off and contemplate
the moisture on your hand.

It's also made of sorrow
or from pain that you may feel
A treasure of emotion
on your cheek
that might congeal

"Tears of happiness" are made
of joy or great suprise
That fall like rain in summer
from a pair of smiling eyes.

They course down cheeks in rivers
or collect on lashes there.
They form in silent puddles
when emotions are laid bare.

Tears are gems as precious
as a diamond that is mined
So do not take them lightly
if their origins you can't find.

They're made of things like music
that can make the heart take wing
Or how the soul can elevate
to hear an angel sing.

The first time we met
I'm not so sure, I won't regret
But you prove me something...
Something that I will never forget.

You teach me how to smile,
And did'nt make me cry,
With you right by my side
I feel safe not only for a while.

For everytime I am with you
I started to felt something new
Is this love what I felt?
I think it is, so I thank God we've met.

You treat me so special,
And love me for who I am
That's why nothings gonna change
Like the first time we met.

©2008 John Vincent Obiena. All rights reserved.

You are a cloud
And I am a bird,
Together we will explore
This beautiful world,
The blue velvet ocean,
The freshness of the air,
The rising of the sun
That I couldn’t compare,
Look how beautiful
Our nature is!
I hope it wouldn’t end
Like a tragic disease,
Let us help Mother Nature
Maintain her beauty,
Let us make this world
Healthy and wealthy,
For the future sake,
Do not make a mistake
Just have your faith
I believe in what we can make.

©2008 John Vincent Obiena. All rights reserved.

she doesn't have a lover
but her heart is full of treasure
by the people who cares for her
and just like that, for her it was more than enough.

Mother,
Oh, Mother.

You have always been there,
when I needed a hug or laugh,
or a shoulder to cry on.

You have always been there,
never once failed to support me,
never giving up.

You have always been there,
through my joys, my sadness,
through my successes, and failures.

You've never abandoned me,
for what the Society can’t accept me for;
for all of my flaws.

Thank you, Mother.