Personal Heaven

Eyes the bluest sky —
Skin as soft as velvet —
Your smile takes me to places I've never been.
Your touch, a million marks on my soul —
Never leave me ever.
I will beg if I must.

Live with me forever.
For life with you is my own personal Heaven.

His Name was Jauan

His hair on fire,
He came in hungry
Willing to sacrifice
Willing to learn
A ball of energy
That lit up the field
There was something there
Too obvious to ignore
But little did they know
The extent of his will
How deep was his hunger
How hot the fire burned

His want to was legendary

So was his play

His love for his teammates

And for the game

There can only be one

We'll see his like never again

We can be glad there was one

His name was Juan