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Jerone Avel S. Cansino


How long could I wait, for that moment of bliss?
Like a stormed ocean my heart is restless.
Burried in this grave I feel so helpless.
Every thought of you , slowly kills my senses.

Could a million years able to fill this emptiness?
Steadfastly I stand, my prayers will not cease.
To where am I, i will not stay nor will I rest.
My eyes are on the future seing my soul feast

The distance and spaces may separate our ways.
Between us is poseidon, between us he lays.
But Love, the one we serve, will always make a way.
With faith, hope, and love all we have to do is stay.

You are the water, you grow the seed inside me.
The seed that will soon to grow as a magnificient tree.
A strong tree planted by the river existing fruitfuly.
A strong tree, strong enough to shelter a family.

As a younger brother I love you the way you treat me.
 I feel more than that, was mesmerized by your beauty.
A beautiful loving heart, filled with fidelity.
I don’t know what is happening, or what’s wrong in me.

It took me a week or so in creating this poem.
It also required me a million tons of inspiration.
I wrote it with my heart, flowing with  emotion.
I am afraid to tell you, I am not that strong.

I soar like an eagle across the blue sky.
I wait, until the sunset until in death bed I lie.
I will never recognize how the time pass by.
May we be together until our life gets dry.

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