Pesky little doubts--
Damaso's shrill sounds--
pretend they know things
that even Gods would doubt.
Oh, nobya, what do you know
'bout clout and clouds
of extreme euphoria
if no one has loved you?
Elation in soul.
Ecstasy in the flesh.
If Abbie were here,
she would slice--mula sa ulo
hanggang sa paa!-- feet that run
if I gave them a chance.
I dream only good for you
and you pay me back with no due?
See every tree, sick or free,
wilt and die; don't you cry.
Come back to me with your eyes before mine
and Sycamore ally by Abbie shall rise.
Rise, this ally, she's come back for truth!
The trees bow way deeper--this is Sycamore love~
BINABASA MO ANG
Mahal-lika!
PoesíaIs love just a a collection of feelings for one? Is it just a sweet section of chocolate for one? Hearken! My heart beats faster, the box shakes stronger -- Mahal-lika! Let us tell their stories of love divine, their love full of sin!
