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Jundell Corpuz Sep 2018
for long as the wind blows
‘til end I’ll trace his course
for long as the river flows
on and on, this love endures.
Jundell Corpuz Sep 2018
his coffee is not sweet,
not so bitter, and not so creamy
he wants just the right blend.

he hates polo, just t-shirts.
doesn’t want collars, and over-details.
he likes it simple, often plain.

he’s too picky with unfamiliar foods,
doesn’t eat too much when not at home.
he needs just a single dish.

he doesn’t want it colourful,
black and white satisfy his soul.
a single hue could mean it all.
Jundell Corpuz Sep 2018
he is a fire
burning all my doubts and fears
his body exudes a blazing heat
and I was ready for it.

— The End —