She maybe a little bit smaller than me,
But her hopes is as high as Burj Khalifa in Dubai,
As huge as the Grand Canyon,
Or as elegant as Versailles in France;
But-
You're more beautiful than any woman,
More than Mona Lisa alone.
She maybe mysterious,
But each time I turn out the pages,
Our story was written-
Our love story,
Written by the nymphs,
Who played with us when we are born,
Who played their lyre and sang their songs-
Our fate, will never be theirs,
It's ours, only ours.
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PoetryMay mga bagay sa atin na hindi kailanman mabubura. Ang mga alaalang nagbabalik, mga karanasang kay pait, at higit sa lahat, ang mga pangakong nawaglit. Sa akdang ito, muli mong mararanasang magmahal, masaktan at muling makatayo sa sariling mga paa. ...
