nature-_4_When the morning star


the arisen; come to life.
My heart begins to warm
for another day is at hand.

Butterfly’s dance inside me,

moisture wet my hands,

my heart begins to pound

’cause my love is nearby.

Always far apart like earth

from sky; fearful as I am.

Talk to her I want: but my mind,

disappointments doesn’t want.

Courage most I have; to get close

to her and ask her for a date.

Abide my heart can not ‘ cause

someone; her heart might take away.


                          Author; Melito Santos

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