Beneath the coconut trees,
Carmela's smile,
In the Philippines, where moments
compile.
Her eyes, deep as the ocean's hue,
In simplicity, my heart finds its cue.
Not in Manila's glow, but a village
embrace,
Carmela, a mystery, with a gentle
grace.
I don't know her tales or the songs
she sings,
Yet in her presence, my heart takes
wings.