I can say many things,
Be them false or true,
But I… would never lie,
When it is all about you.

I can say that you are beautiful,
And it would be true,
If you do not believe me…
Look into a mirror,
Its reflection is always true.

You have the sweetest brown eyes…
This you had been told,
Your parents had been so right…
When they described the windows to your soul.

I can say that you are so kind,
And this many will confess,
You love to help those who you see,
Are equal to all the rest.

You have by far the sweetest smile,
That I had ever seen,
Just you go ahead and smile in the mirror,
And you will surely know what I mean.

But out of all your beauty,
What I loved most… from the start,
Had been your souls pure image,
Found hidden within your heart.

And this may sound quirky,
Yet Libby… it is so true,
I fell in love with that image,
The image of that beautiful you.

And I will tell the world,
Many times over too,
That I had found perfection,
For I had found it hidden in you.

And if some say to me… dear Joey,
No one ls perfect… can’t you see?
I shall say they never met you my dear…
My dear Liberata Maria Marinilli.

Oh, I know there is another,
With greater beauty than thee,
But I refer to only those created,
And you’re the most beautiful… Liberata Marinilli.

i open my eyes and the light hits my face
i toss and turn in my bedsheets, stretching my arms
i inhale breaths of life
and exhale
i am grateful

i am grateful for a roof over my head
a warm bed to sleep on
clean water to drink
and food i can eat

i am grateful for blue skies and sunshine
staring up into the horizons
feeling the warmth consume my body
from the inside out

i am grateful for friends who care about me
saying i was lonely, feeling hurt, and down
giving me a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on

i am grateful for tough days
for without them, how could we be grateful?
learning to appreciate what we have
despite feeling empty and broken

i am grateful for silent moments and days where i sing at the top of my lungs
learning to embrace the still and quiet
taking the time to reflect
that even silent moments have something to teach us
and expressing my joy
dancing like nobody is watching

but most of all, i am grateful for my Savior, Jesus
who bore everything for me on that cross
pursuing me despite my messiness, failures, and sins
fully knowing me and loving me
i am eternally grateful
forever grateful
of each breath He gives me
teaching me to live this life for Him
and not myself
to give glory, honor, and praise to the One who paid my debt

A smaller room
hand-me-down clothes
borrowed car

I've no need
for baubles
pets
cliques

I've got less
credit
make-up
options

We were born equal
but you wanted more
so you took everything away
and left me worse than dead.

With nothing left
I found
my self
my friends
my God.

So thank you.

We don't take the time to appreciate what we have until it's gone. Count your blessings. Take nothing for granted.

Isa kang dakila...

Sa bawat takdang araling
nais **** iparating,
Nakasalalay ang bawat marka
ng bawat estudyanteng
gustong matuto.

Bawat estudyanteng,
hinihimok mo at
tinutulungang pumasa,
nakapagninilay-nilay sila,
sa matayog na pangarap.

Isa kang dakila...

Sa matayog na pangarap
na sumisibol sa puso,
nang bawat mag-aaral,
ay kaakibat na kasiyahang,
hindi kailanman mabibili.

Hindi kailanman mabibili,
ng pilak at ginto,
ang karunungang iyong,
ipinunla't yumabong,
lumipad at naging matagumpay.

Isa kang dakilang...****.

They say I write for love for I am in love, and they love the works I wrote.

But I can't help but be a little peeved, though still I smile with the gratefulness it connotes.

I wonder when will they hear the reprimands my heart whispers. That I do not write for love because I am in love, but I write of love because of you.