Treasure Island

cris sison

(12-28-1986 / North Road Daro Dumaguete City, Philippines)

It is my senses


The day that I saw you again
it was the day that I've been waiting
for it gives back my hearts' beating
and my blood keeps on flowing

How i wish you're always here
beside me, never leaving me
for you are my ear
keeps on listening to thee;

an eyes to look at me
staring me so deeply,
a lips that kisses me
so sweet like candy

It is my senses
that tells me
you are the one
that intense my body

How could I neglect thee
if it reflects his love
in such solemnity
it would just embrace me

It was a guarantee
for me to feel electricity,
undefined sensitivity
towards my majesty.

(written 9-25-13)

Submitted: Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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