One day you will reach
the summit and
be adored with fascination
beyond compare.

You are the melody of my heart,
In your embrace, I find my home.
The wind carries your name,
A soft whisper, gentle as dawn.
You are a butterfly.

Fleeting, yet full of grace,
A sky within my gaze,
My eyes hold you, unwilling to part,
You are a butterfly.

Come, wander through my garden,
Where every bloom reflects my gaze,
Flowers bow to you in silence,
Like the feelings I cannot say.

May you land, so close to me,
I will guard you, never to harm,
Among the blossoms, trust in my care,
In their quiet embrace, you are safe.

Do not fear, my love,
For my heart wraps you in its warmth.

Ikaw ang awit ng puso
Sa piling mo ay paraiso
Binubulong ng hangin
Pangalan **** kay lambing
Ikaw ay paro-paro.

Mailap at mapaglaro
Langit kapag ikaw ay pinagmamasdan
Mga mata ay ayaw kang pakawalan,
Ikaw ay paro-paro.

Halina sa aking hardin
At ating libutin
Mga halamang  hitik sayo ng pagtingin
Na katulad ng aking damdamin.

Dumapo ka sana upang ikaw ay malapitan
Iingatan ka at hinding hindi sasaktan
Sa piling ng mga bulaklak,
huwag kang mag-alinlangan.

Huwag kang matakot
Sapagka't pag-ibig ko sayo ay bumabalot.

I am many things, quietly,
A poet whose words flow softly through the stillness,
A writer, shaping thoughts into words
That speak when silence is too loud.

In art, I find my voice—
A visual artist, crafting from dreams,
Letting colors spill where they may,
Shaping moments that feel like they've always existed.

But I am also hands that build,
A builder, laying stones to form something lasting,
Designing spaces where ideas and reality meet,
Where simple things become more than they seem.

And when the world demands structure,
I walk in the realm of reason,
Working with systems and numbers,
Not as a master, but as one who listens,
Helping them find their place.

Imagination is my quiet guide,
A spark that moves both thought and action,
For I do not only think—I feel,
And let my heart lead the way.

I am no grandmaster of any single thing,
But a humble creator,
Working with hands, mind, and soul,
Ever learning, ever doing,
With pride, but never boasting,
For the art I create is simply the best of me.

Quiet winds whisper,
Not all battles are your own —
Leave them to the storm.

Yes, I abetted
Albeit, not the sum of gelt
You know that's my heart.