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......

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