Obed dela Cruz
Lorenza - Poem by Obed dela Cruz
Five years ago, you were the warmth, muse, and glow
That heaven sent as gift-like your other name-
To whom I can turn to lighten my sorrow
Because your company can ignite a flame,
Which could spark the torches of a cue of men-
Each wooing for your natural friendliness.
But it seems like you've already chosen
Someone else I thought favored to have your "yes."
Nonetheless, I continued the quest toward
Achieving the goal of showing you that I
Could be the better man to hold you and ford
Waters up to the sea that touches the sky
Where we could exchange vows and craft memories
Through building metropolises from seashores
To the deserted mountains, hills, plains, valleys
And remnants rising from the ruins of wars.
Yes, because the world we know shall be shattered
As part of History's own mechanism,
Making some things as if they never mattered.
Then, we'll go with faith and determinism.
I want to protect you, to be by your side -
Hearing your wishes, being blessed by your songs,
Loving you as if you're always a fresh bride
That my heart willingly yearns for and deeply longs!
Your voice inspires peace and invites sanity
In the midst of every horror, fear, and dread.
You make me appreciate humanity
And encourages me to face life ahead
Giving you the best of my love and effort,
Though all of us are only second to God.
I wish we could both have mutual comfort
As through the times we are continually awed.
However, it seems that you'd have none of these
With me, because you still choose the other beau
Who I hope would catch a better kind of breeze
In the winds of life and change to make him new.
For five years, the doors of my heart were closed from
Other women, since you were the only one.
But you made me ask, "Will a better day come
For our love to bloom? Or is it time to run
From another season of being confused? "
Therefore, I open the windows of my heart,
Though its doors remain closed and knob's slightly used
Until the day I find a reason to start
Opening it again.
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