A girl favored by the power of beauty was named Julie
She was a woman of tragedy from Promiscuity.
Her Beauty sealed my chaste'ned heart to love her and no other
Which entroubles me my fated tragedy from there after.
'Twas a somber night so dangerous that had came
Which the tempest's weather so bleak that disturbs I come to blame
But Nay, 'twas the lady named Julie that caused such misfortune
The Lady that fates the melancholy coming to me soon.
Julie entered and walked slowly with her most superb beauty
And approached my Uncle who was the Innkeeper on duty
My uncle referred her to me, for her designated room
She then walked toward me to ask me to guide her to her room.
I was mesmerized with the beauty she had presented so
That as I guided I wondered is she an angel or no.
I was entombed in her love, and my heart throbbed none but Julie,
And my lips were most eloquent of the love I felt guilty.
I found her owned eyes immensely imbued with humility
That she was most humble above all of humanity.
I found her owned lips, luscious as she spake with eloquence
Which harkened my ears to attend every word of thy highness.
I found her owned face not deception but rather perfection
Which wholly dictates the woman can quench my satisfaction.
All my senses were spell-bound by the beauty she dictated
That in her love I was eternally incarcerated.
We arrived soon to the room to where she could lie and slumber
To the place where my fantasies were fulfilled I remember.
Julie then asked me 'Can you honor me Shab as your new friend?
For I am new in town, and know not anywhere I can blend.'
I then answered ' 'Tis great honor with thee to be acquainted
For I am tasked that what the visitor asked I shall attend.'
Then I wondered to why a being such she, acquaints with me,
When all the more I'm lesser to the perfection that is she.
After that meeting I looked at the stars above thanking God
For giving such sweet angel named Julie whose beauty unflawed.
Many months had passed since our most treasured friendship had begun
That it seemed all sorrows I bore were obsolete and gone
I found the lady whom the angels named Julie a huge blessing
For 'twas she who opened my heart and caused my own heart to sing
We were the best of friends according to what many assumed
In fact a few thought of us lovers and I soon to be groomed
But it never crossed our minds that we were lovers to be wed
Which troubled me during that time of the history I said.
Soon after this time of such happiness and satisfaction
In June on the date of my birth it ended in destruction.
Ah! It was the 15th of June I distinctly remember
It was the day when I was forced to choose the welfare of her.
She troubled me a question, which was so hard to yield an answer
That 'If the suitor of hers, could suit her a lover? '
I was dumbstruck by the question, and I can't yield an answer
For I realized that I had been secretly her lover.
I was forced to choose between the man and the secret lover
That if I spake to choose that wooing gentleman could suit her
Then my chance is over of becoming her own best lover.
But Nay! I cannot condemn myself to be a deceiver,
For I can't accept that I was to lie to be her lover.
That is why I spake that 'The person should suit her as her lover,
And I am only a best friend (who is willing to suffer) '.
After saying that reply with such superb courage
And forming my resolve to face the sorrow that I shall phage
My heart did not but cry upon my decision for sadness
For I am such a selfish martyr for Julie's own happiness.
I looked away from the face of my most sweet angel named Julie
'Cause I can't bear the fact that I made a choice that is silly
Then soon I looked at her again and saw that she was weeping
And I wondered to why this seraph named Julie was weeping.
She then went her way without words and left me with tears dripping
I was stunned to see why does the woman I loved be grieving
On the night of June 15 the two of us were sad and lamenting
And I never thought that my birthday I would be resenting
What lied beyond those saddened tears I will never ever know
But just marked that every June 15 my heart will never grow.
After the night of June 15, I was already thirteen
With my heart always entroubled with an uncommitted sin.
Our hearts never crossed the line to love but they separated
With our most precious friendship wholly razed and desecrated.
9 months went and I still lingered with the scar of June 15
I never thought that losing Julie's love was a blade so keen.
We were wounded and never decided to acquaint once more
For 'twas much painful to accept our broken bond allthemore.
Truthfully I ne'er thought that Julie could cause such destruction
For her own face clearly showed perfection and satisfaction
I thought that in her beauty which my heart has been found guilty
Could cure the sorrows I feel in this cursed reality
But I realized 'twas all false and petty fantasy
And I was a stupid boy who fell in love which was silly.
It was March, when I have finally formed my resolve to befriend
All this time I am tormented by my loss and I want this to mend
I said, 'It does not matter to me if she ever resents,
But it will be fine to at least speak a word in this silence.
I then went to her house to right what has been all along wrong
And suddenly news hits me that the beauty that I always long
Was long gone and she had went her way to Quezon Diliman.
I am now 24, and I stand now here near this cursed Inn
From that night which you departed still I know not what's my sin.
'Twas no coincidence that the two of us met long ago
For it was all destiny that I would become her best beau.
Even though our paths grow farther as time parts us from each other
I'll still keep loving Julie for I can't love any other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought that in her beauty which my heart has been found guilty Strong words. Very nice poem.. Feels like poem will never end, But at the end it still continues in the mind!