Love May Perish
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
Sweet sunrise dances over the horizon and the gentle wind blows
Of summer breeze; weekend ripples stay at mangrove tree.
We hear and feel swelling waves during high tide
Beneath the nipa hut that seems boating at night.
Our arms feel the warmness, the softness and deepness
And my voice whispers love and happiness.
Our dreams of a lifetime caress, of endless care
And of love may perish at twilight.
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