Treasure Island

Charm Dionesio

(June 05,1985 / Philippines)

Unmeasured Love


I am supposed to be cared
Not to be cursed
I am supposed to be loved
Not to hurt
I am supposed to be considered
Than to blame

I may have short comings that I don't recognised
Forgive me if I fail to attain your needs
I swear you always been part of my dreams
Dreaming to give you a better future

I don't mind to work 24/7
Skipping my lunch to save my money
To hand you when you are in need
I maybe out of your sight; but
My love for you is always in my heart

When you were in danger
Made my heart sank
Tears streaming down on my face
I pray and cry to God
To protect you in any circumstances

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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