IT'S TOO LATE... MY FIRST SONG

ITS TOO LATE
You walked away from my love,
I never knew what you were doing,
You never said goodbye,
All you ever did to me was lie.
So now it's too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you need me,
All over again.
For if you loved me,
You'd never break my heart so many times,
You'd never make me break down and cry,
All over again.
So I'll close the door this time,
And cry on my pillow,
For I still love you,
And there is nothing I can do.
For it is too late,
Too late to tell you that I love you,
Too late to tell you that I need you,
All over again.
I have missed you,
So many times I have thought of you.
You were everything too me,
But its too late for us now.
So it is too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you need me,
All over again.
I love you,
But it's too late for us anyway,
My heart cannot to be broken,
All over again.
For it is too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you want me,
All over again.
It is too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you can't be without me now.
copyright May 6, 2016 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

Sometimes When I Smile

Sometimes When I Smile
Sometimes when I smile, the pain seems less
But it will never erase the fact that I'm not at my best.
Sometimes when I smile, the world stands still,
And I have to admit that I am at the bottom of the hill.
Sometimes when I smile, the tears come to my eyes,
And I have to admit that nothing changes even as time flies.
Sometimes when I smile, my heart accepts it all,
Because it knows that better can come after a fall.
But sometimes when I smile, there is joy in me
Because I am happy and it is clear to see,
That just because we smile, things will appear differently.
So sometimes... I'll just SMILE!
copyright 2014 Brenda A. Ysaguirre ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

PREHISPANIC COCOON SPA

It starts so mildly,
Then it increases gradually.
Ten minutes later you're in warmth, Which eases all pain from muscles that tire.
Your pores open and you begin to perspire, You relax as aromatic vapors filling the air.
You go back in time, yet you are here.
As the music surrounds you in the temazcal,
You can meditate and just release it all.
That's the beginning of a massage at prehispanico,
And what follows will leave you aglow.
For after a shower your body is quite relaxed,
Then it's stage two - a massage that's the max!
In a room surrounded with music and scent,
Your body is given a treat and you are sent,
Into bliss as your muscles are relaxed by fingers so magical,
That releases your stress, your worries and pain all.
Through a series of techniques to relaxation music,
And a chocolate mask that you'll just want to lick!
Or a Mayan mask facial that leaves you radiant.
So give it a go, give it a chance!
It will be like awaking from a splendid trance!
There is no massage quite like it anywhere,
And the rebirth you feel will be oh so dear.
So welcome to prehiSPAnic cocoon,
Where an hour of treatment will seem to end too soon!
Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2008 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

HAPPY EASTER

JUST REMEMBER

(A Poem for ALL my Students)
When you´re sad and lonely,
When you´re feeling blue,
Just remember one thing,
I´ll be thinking of you.
When friends seem to disappear,
When they seem so few,
Just remember one thing,
I´ll be there for you.
When all is joyfulness,
When all is calm and free,
Just remember one thing,
I your friend will be.
For friends will come,
And friends will go ,
Each and every day.
So just remember one thing,
I am here to stay.
Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2009 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE

There is so much that I do,
There is so much about you.
There is so much unknown,
There is so much we have grown.
There is happiness when you are near,

There is love everywhere.
There is silence in the night,
There is loving in the morning light.
I can only hope that you understand,
That there is a reason you are the man!
I can only show you how much I care,
And hope that you will always be near.
But the wind sings a sad little song,
And the heart tells me that something is wrong.
So I live day by day in fear,
For the love I have for you is so dear.
Brenda A. Ysaguirre Copyright 2008 Brenda A. Ysaguirre