Poem by Francis Morilao
I just had a dream of this young lady,
She was so familiar with enchanted beauty;
The feature of her became clearer,
When I looked at her and stare.
Yes she was once my desire,
I was captured by her natural smile;
But time passes-by and she vanished,
And I woke up in anguish.
I rushed to my computer,
Checked her facebook profile;
She looks different from my dream,
Because now there is an apple of her eyes.
The Apple of her eyes,
She cannot really hide;
Beause there is an angel,
That whispers to me every night.
Saying…
Move on with your life and I will always be by your side.
