Sa Aming Bunsoy

Harsh sometimes I am on you,

Lest you become as others perceived

for tranquil awe riddled our eyes,

provided He for long a lass.

Think every scent of charm

in whistling plume of thime

red rose kindled innate

truly of what adorns your name

heavens clapped, we had joys

you rose of Gonzalodos

pure, simple...tamed, adored.

be good as She once told you

be strong as He was to you

be patient unlike me

be nurtured, quest for bliss.

For Lil Sis......