'I can see the colorful pump boat
as I took the Guimaras route
from Iloilo to the open sea
our way of life for centuries
I feel the scent of sea breeze
beside this port of many trees
as people around were busy
and make their chores look easy
as I have this moments to see
that it all comes back to me
my love on our first journey
years ago on this port of entry
my heart find it hard to be quiet
and lips just have to be silent
as to what my eyes can see
to this past I have longed to be
to everyday people who travel
there is no chance to unravel
on my love and sweet memory
of a quite and simple love story.'
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