Twas betwixt moon and sun when I agnized twain of star-cross'd young lovers
"Dost thou love me?" quote he, whilst caressing paramour's visage like flowers
"Ay, My Lord, e'er," said she and withal an egall calibre of love, shar'd lips in whispers
I wept twixt clock and clock for my comptible heart sundered as our foregone days cut like daggers.
BINABASA MO ANG
Isang Daang Tula Para sa Isang Estranghera
Poetry"If a poet loves you, you will never die." I'm just a mediocre poet who never believed I will cross path with love. But destiny really works in a mysterious way. The moon may wax and wane and ocean may ebb and flow, yet poetry will remain constant...
