De Lettre A Garcon Avec Amour Poem by Marx Lenn Mendoza

As the sun scare its coruscation, dubitation and
silences of the inside incept.

'I hoped to get through! '

The whispers of the unshrouded transcedental
brought passages to bitan.

'A prayer, i dreamed, far from reality! '

My unexpected alteration is abash, the purplex of
my totality and salutary.

'So, I gasp the idea to be! '
And then the untilled surge means with purportedly.

'I was amazed! '
Each instance emanate in effloresce gaudy.

'A start to look at! '

I engross and comprehend to a perverse and
frivolous definiteness.

'There's something unspoken.'

This affection turns into adoration and leads to
attachment and ended to Owie.

'A panache to my halcyon days! '
tout mon coeur, Marx Lenn