#poemonhim

when I say he is the miracle of God,

the charm he had, a gift to him,

his enamor eyes, enthrall spark,

pellucid for some,

some who vouchsafed by God.

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Can the person sitting next to me,

listen to all the stories and musing I know about him,

Infinite tales and anecdotes lauding him.

Can that person witness the glow in my eyes and excitement on my face when I babbled about him?

Can I tell you, you the one who questioned

me,

"Who is my favorite person or which person I loved?";

Can I tell you, he is the one whom I loved the most,

He is the one who's presence is a blessing on me,

the glory of love;

he carries that splendor that attracts me towards him.

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The one who always curious to know about the one I conceal in my poems,

Can I tell you, there's a boy, I tried to hide in my poetries,

in the space between dreams and reality,

somewhere betwixt dawn and dusk,

I hide him in the room where happiness and love reside;

I hide him inside my heart.

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Can you, you the one who always wonder why I never fall for anyone,

Can I tell you my friend that I fall,

fall in the chasteness of his soul,

I fall for him when the moon shines,

when I got his name on my lips,

when the last raindrop reflects his smile;

I fall for him every time I read, feel love around me,

I fall every minute, every second,

Can I tell you I fall for him every time I breathe?

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Are you ready, yes you who always asked me to describe my favorite place,

Can I tell you, the place where I saw him for the first time,

at the corner bench near the magnolia tree,

his eyes gazing the book and I saw the flowering on his head,

He chilling in the spring afternoon in his grandma's gifted scarf.

Can I tell you my favorite place is the only place where I find him?

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Can I tell you, yes you the one reading this,

that how every time I fail to describe him

or conceal in my poems

Can I tell you,

he is the only melody who soothes my heart,

he is the only one, I hope to see in my dreams,

he is the only one I love.