On the walls I lay my hands and tell my Love to come
Because December’s snow came early this year, though late.
And I know not exactly what this life may become
Without Your audible voice to guide how to walk straight.
You sent me the fragrant letters and told me the plans
And I want You to know that I keep them in my heart.
But moonlight turned to darkness last time I had a glance
Out of the window just to find out a tainted art.
Haste, my Darling, as I prepare myself for the flight
To be beside the Lips that smiled to me early dawn,
Saving a guilty heart from the wrongs done in twilight,
Making his foolish anxieties forever gone.
I tell You now, my Love, each tick I am thrilled to see
When people will adore the Beauty that is in You.
And that day I’ll be there beside walking more proudly
Because I know that after all love is always new.
Eleven hours rang years ago and the clock still ticks
For the twelfth chime, granting Calligraphy Sixty-Six.
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Copyright © 2011 by Prince Obed de la Cruz
(March 15,2011; Marikina City)
(This poem is written by PRINCE OBED de la CRUZ. To use it in a proper manner, please email him at princeobed_dc@yahoo.com with the subject “PERMISSION TO USE”)
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