Sonnet- Xi Poem by Sherwin Ilagan

Solidified a love, reach unto me
I'll be the tenant of thine own abode
The heart of everything is like an ode
It reaches thro' the core afar in thee.
The crescent orb, a so deceiving glee—
‘Twas in disguise without its truest mode,
No love to bear upon its hidden code
Dualities of what I felt…are we?

But ashen years would be the turning tide-
They were the messages of life I know,
Those letters of hello won't set aside:
A sentimental view of us will show—
Our joyous days resides ‘pon eventide
Until each dawn hath reach their afterglow.