Sherwin Ilagan

Your heart was forc'd to choose without its beat
'Twas for the wealthiest lone gentleman—
Who offer'd all his gold, his throne and seat
To you as time foretold his will and plan,
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You never said the rules of love till then…
What you have said was there's a place of tryst,
And yet no other birds would sing again:
As with their solitudes are with the breeze,
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One festive night along the passage hall
'Tis where I saw thine eyes that tells a verse?
It whisper'd love, a love that I can call,
Thro' gala's harp as old as universe.
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O dear, you hide your beauteous new form—
Of singularity to whom you love,
And showing that you're just a simple norm?
For reason of you don't want to get snob?
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The chance of an accord may lay to rest
In thirty days' repose; thou can't accept
A solitary way for thee to test-
A one man's loyalty, as thou didst wept.
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For quite sometimes you beg for words to flow
Because you knew your head is bleeding still,
Your muse was fair, though gleams were old and low
To reconstruct such works it makes you ill.
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Unwritten love, retreat from thy sweetness
Shalt be the sum of thine infinity
To be re-tell by rising loveliness?
From someone whom doth feel affinity.
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How precious is the time please let me know?
Am I demanding you the way I ask?
The time is brief to be precise when dusk—
Adheres on us, then it would serve a tow.
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At patio ‘neath terrace effigy—
Besiege by joy as thou get close to me,
Thou art my laureate mine empathy:
Thyself who came out Cambridge hall to see?
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Thou hast the face of everything I see,
And thou art gleam behind a yonder lamp,
To what I saw in thee, is not with me;
‘Cause ignorance doth chide me with a clamp.
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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.
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O thro' my vision of our eventide
There's melody divided into two?
‘Twas never been in-twine, but there's a clue
A folded vine, (with symbol of its pride)
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We may regret the passing of each day
‘Cause yesterday won't be returning soon—
As thou shalt cast the ledger of my stay,
For what thou felt; was dealt 'far crescent moon.
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The metamorphosis achiev'd its eve
And never is the blinded lover's eye
To trace the trails of love that might perceive,
An isolation state! To seek is nigh.
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Forlorn old letters from the past compil'd,
I endlessly could sense their moving phase
Sank deep below the ocean yet has mild—
Approached from where I stood, there was a trace.
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There's recollection from a joyous lea,
If Lady Mary feels thy heart- she'll bring
Her sentimental empathy to sing—
Towards the bezel of our loyalty,
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Deep green, the laurels of thy being queen
Surrounded by sweet incense from the scent—
Of long lost manuscript that can't be seen
By given sight, in plight is where I spent
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