You’re my church
I’m your caretaker
No blemish will I casue you, dear
Your past, an older building
Your present, my abode
Don’t you see you’ve been renovated
Your love as purest milk
Honeysuckle and the first blooms of spring
There is nothing I hold against you
Your truth is all I desire
Your soul is my sanctuary
Your eyes my vestibule
Your mind the windows to my dwelling
Your body my realm
My only prayer is for your sanctity
That you’d let me acquire the strength
To be the embodiment of righteousness
To persevere to bear good fruit
This is our love now
This should be our burning lamp
Let us save our oil for the long-run
Let us wait for the right time
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i have always loved your poems, but this is by far, my ultimate favorite!
this is so beautiful…
good.
mahal kita.