by: A. Lorenzo Lucino
For: My beloved
How sweet it is for a man who walks the path of distance to have hand in hand a woman to adore him
a woman to strengthen him when his own faculties becomes tested.
As similar to Napoleon having Josephine, Marc Antony to Cleopatra, George Washington to Martha,
I am with you.
If ever a man were to dispose of his childish rants and calamaties of past, it would be at the moment of quaint reflection,
that love is in his heart.
And sweet flower the was raised by the banks of Ilo-Ilo, I will say that I have been blessed with the aroma as sweet as Bacolod-style Pastillia.
Or would you claim that too be too sweet?
ha, of course and if it were too sweet, then i shall have my pill of metformin read, oh i jest, i jest,
In the dark moments of our program, throughout the difficulties we have have managed to complement each other,
in weakness and in strength, in loneliness and in company, how precious you are to me.
I would pick flowers for you as varied and colorful as a rainbow from pot of gold to pot of gold,
share them in abundance for the gold they can keep, the rainbow in you and i, i choose.
I would sing to you at night , despite the humility of my voice, sleep to sleep, and sing to you again that favored melodie
that you so sang to me. Dandansoy.
You might ask yourself what takes hold of man to write such testament for his beloved,
and I will admit to you and to the world, without any slight of refrain, because my darling
You are the Light in My Eyes.
I adore you. Palangga ko ikaw, babycakes. Linkback:
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