Let me not be in love, rather be heed,
as being in love is a wild stampede.
I can't kiss a bliss that's beyond compare,
without the risk of my heart, far from being repair.
Let me not be in love, rather be guarded,
as being in love will make my mind retarded.
You'd be my favorite, my comfort -- the prior,
knowing I'd be elated to dance with you in the fire.
Let me not be in love, rather embrace my heart,
as love may be sweet, or will sweetly tear it apart.
Warm embrace may let me reach the highs of pure delight,
but it may ravage the glow, leaving scars upon night.
Let me not be in love, rather be solemn myself,
as being in love is dreamy, yet may left a sole grief for myself.
It may let me dance with a passionate flame,
or make me drown in a sea of shame.
Let me not be in love, rather let me learn,
to be brave in embracing the flaws I may get in return.
Love may be uncertain, yet it's where passion starts.
A bittersweet proof of ignition of an upstart.
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Tulang Handog
PoezjaA compilation of short tagalog or english poems about anything. P.S the poems are not related with each other. Not yet proofread
