A Crush To The Last Poem by Aian Jhay Palen

Thy skin as white as snow,
A radiant grace that makes thee glow.
Thy smile, a charm that lights the skies,
It stirs the flame within mine eyes.

My heart now ripens, bound to fall,
Though fate denies our threads to thrall.
How hard the path, should I implore,
To win thy grace forevermore.

With all devotion, true and deep,
Thy name within my soul I keep.
Oh Baay, hear this tender plea,
My silent love belongs to thee.