Waterfields blossom in every sight
winter melts as every star falls
You rushed to me like the stream of passion
Hoping I would be your sanctuary
The body thirst for your warmth
Sensed I longed every good-bye
You, my love, can never wither
For you are my soul's taker.
There I placed you in the meadow of dew drops
There I never tried to loose you
There I longed and waited for your invitation
There I left you with tears rushing from within
Close, like the night on the eve of valentine's
Close, my eyes when I feel the rigor
Close, drops of sweat braiding like your hair
Close, laughter on Sabbath days.
You, I loved like emeralds in cornfields
You, I longed for the flesh...
You, I waited for the gates to throw
You, I wrathed to hate for so long.........
June 2, 1997
Bacolod gasoline station
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