Lady of Love,
Woman of my youth,
The recipient of my adoration and love,
the night that we lay in rapture,
was exquisite to the touch,
pleasure indisputable,
and passion so made manifest that sings Glory to God's Goodness.
The living exemplary to the message of the Book of Songs,
my sweetest dove,
my delicate flower,
how I observed your skin upon my skin.
My skin upon your skin,
how much we are alike,
how beautiful it is....
To fall in love to a woman of my fatherland's shores.
Can glory be enough to proclaim before the Filipina?
Who can compare to thy sweetness,
thy recompense?
thy love, which stands testament to my own, that beckons for thy lover.
Soft it is thy precious eloquence,
your sweet lips upon the soft embraces of my touch,
that would so much honor me in sublime company.
Shall I recite again?
For you, I shall claim the stars...
Mahal,
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