Who Can Stop the Power of Love?
I’m not Earth, nor Mars---a man’s thing;
But, I keep on floating…and revolving.
So I may say…cold winter‘s fast fading;
How many more days left before spring?
Thou now I smell its untimely presence;
And while hot summer is still far; hence
My timid heart is already sweltering,
As you passes-by every morning.
Whilst I, alone, by the room window
Keep on dreaming…of you, as you go.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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