Each day, my thoughts speak of you,
And even in my replies, you are there.
What of your enchantment have to do
With speaking of your name not to spare?
It's but you --
Making me sing without contrite,
Never the fire for few;
Always a part of my source of light.
More and more to do,
Fatigue makes me carry the world;
But more and more my love for you
Overpowers my strength and worth.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
Each day, my thoughts speak of you,
And even in my replies, you are there.
What of your enchantment have to do
With speaking of your name not to spare?
It's but you --
Making me sing without contrite,
Never the fire for few;
Always a part of my source of light.
More and more to do,
Fatigue makes me carry the world;
But more and more my love for you
Overpowers my strength and worth.
wrote it during our Philippine literature class cause I was bored and, yeah.. pondered on all of my first day of third term speeches. Kek.
