Spark of a Lad
It was a perfumed memory
I keep layered down grassy field,
least my mind could build.
A vivid dry charcoal rarity
I often seek between clouds
For you're a veiled enchanted lad.
From old undying melodies
I start singing passions so bold,
my pen unhinged to this world.
Years to decades portrait fades
yet delicate image chants motivation
all changing times and seasons.
Dust of wild Manila bathe
I treasured in your breathe
like glory I devour in fresh scent.
You'll lost not between my range
Even if the rare lily died,
You and I as shadow pouring life.
In you I remember the shrine
of coolest angel moon in dawn
the warmest hearth ever known.
You're a wounded soldier's pride
and potion to every knight's eyes,
for heaven permits no lie.
Her beauty and splendour will shine
brightest in grace of these lines
and end not even earth demise in time.
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