“A POEM FOR MARIVIC”

Moments I dear when chances I have

To stare directly or to look at you surreptitiously

Because eyes, I possesses to admire you only.

Apple of my eyes, happiness my life has

The dream I have dreamt

The fulfillment I wish to fulfill.

Roses and roses to give you I swear

But blame me not if at my best

My promises in reality it fails.

In real life things are not all joy

Vicissitude there is when rich became poor

But my love for you will subsist for better or for worse.

Verily, words like poems may not suffice

But then to say I love you ‘til the end of time

Surely will not be a waste of time.

Indeed, I have only one precious life to live

One heart that beat a warm passion for love

That one life and one heart to you alone I will give.

Certainly and truly I labor my poem

I fill it with no jokes so that worth may be valued

By the woman I loved most, Marivic.