By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
Enchanting and mysterious, love is quite strange,
Different for each soul, yet its essence remains.
It’s a kiss, a fleeting blend of ecstasy,
Like a flower in bloom, unveiling its beauty.
Cherished like gold, deep within our hearts,
Priceless and precious, until cupid imparts.
Given to us uniquely, like the stars above,
One love among many, a treasure to be loved.
When the time comes, like blossoms in
full bloom,
Our hearts entwine, love’s embrace will consume.
Life is not a race, let’s savor on our own pace,
For love takes time to grow, filling its
rightful space.
