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Lecius Aug 2022
If I would
go through
that magical roller coaster
journey again
—to be with you...

I will set through,
I will keep on trying,
because

I want that smile—
—your precious smile.
A simple modest smile of a Filipina from the time of Maria Clara— sparingly moves of the lips that reflects your true beauty inside.

I want to hear your laughter,
conveying sounds of fun and excitement
with the voice of sweet and tender like an angel from the Heavenly Father— trying to conceal and be okay amidst the sadness

I like the way you sleep inside the room,
innocent with a face of true sleeping beauty —doesn't care what others may say.

I like your mindset,
the way you see someone as worthy as you,
even though—we both know—you're
more than them.

I love to hear your angelic voice,
singing your favorite song along with your wooden guitar.

I love our simple conversation,
telling how our days went, our problems; and what's so-called chika.  And you were there not just to hear but to listen.

And,

I love what my heart is telling me,
that I am deeply in love with you.

I LOVE YOU
This poem is dedicated to the person who made me believe that there is love for the second time.

— The End —