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As I look unto your lovely face,
and listen to your golden voice;
Trembling is my unrestrained action,
and shaking is my uncontrolled motion.
As I look at your twinkling eyes,
and imagine your fairyness;
In the highest star there I lie,
and the snowy clouds passing in the sight.
As I sing the lovely songs,
and with you as my inspiration;
Problems would go away,
and happiness is on the way.
As I loved you with my whole heart,
and carry you in a joyful park;
My love for you will be the last,
and the memories will be our past.
Background: 20May1997 @ near midnight, this is the first poem I had ever made while working at Baguio Concorde hotel, inspired by Rutchie, a lady from the neighborhood.