A Love Letter for MCP

I sing hymns of hope
At the top of my lungs
And beg the wings
Of the wind to carry
My songs and lay them
Neatly upon your heart;

I ask the eagles to fly
Across the horizons
To bring you my love —
Gentle as the breeze,
Lovely as a dove,
Unending and profound.

I bare the contents
Of my heart to the
Sympathetic moon and
Pray that she would
Show them to you
And you’d know

That as you swim the oceans
To capture my smile;
As you move the mountains
To reach for my hand;
I am trudging winding paths
Towards you, my love!


//Sherma Benosa
06 NOvember 2007; 11:57pm