Nobiembre de singko was the day our own-kind curse started,
Disi-siete-nobenta was the year counted;
Everything went speed like an electric train,
Memories connected as the longest-golden chain.
Nobiembre de singko was the day our romance incessant,
Disi-otso-otienta was one of the years that's relevant;
We repeatedly collide as the fate favored us,
This was every lovers dreams, a love that forever last.
Nobiembre el singko tuig disi-nuwebe-kwanreta'y otso,
Nobiembre el singko tuig dosmil-biente-uno;
Even how many times our story will repeat,
I'll never get tired on devoting you as long as my heart's beat.
-Marxx Archer
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MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree
PoetryMARXX ARCHER POETRY(MAP) #1 LANGUAGE: ENGLISH GENRE: LITERATURE(LITERARY PIECES), ROMANCE POETRY, TRAGIC POETRY, SPOKEN POETRY, INSPIRATIONAL AND MOTIVATIONAL POETRY, AND SHAKESEARIAN SONNETS STARTED: AUGUST 31, 2021 PUBLISHED: OCTOBER 12, 2021 RESU...
