My Lovely Piñata...

Life is like Piñata,
Hit it, hit it, hit it,
I cant lose my aim,
Once I lose, I'll lose my way.

Love is like Piñata,
It is colourful yet so complicated,
Rich with shapes that may lead to confusions,
Hard to break yet sweet to taste.

Man is like Piñata, too,
the bright colors of the piñata symbolize their temptation,
the blindfold represents faith,
and the stick is virtue or the will to overcome sin.

I found my perfect Piñata,
A man who calls me beautiful instead of hot,
who calls me back when I hang up on him,
who will lie under the stars and listen to my heartbeat,
or will stay awake just to watch me sleep...

I found my lovely Piñata,
A man who kisses my forehead,
who wants to show me off to the world when I am in sweats,
who holds my hand in front of his friends,
who thinks I am just as pretty without makeup on.
One who is constantly reminding me of how much he cares
and how lucky he is to have me....

And the one who turns to his friends and says, "that's her."
Too bad the lovely Pinata lived in a separate world of mine,
I did stepped into his world, sometimes
Trying to be there all the time, yet impossible..

Pinata O Pinata,
Who are you?
And why you are here?