Pacific Hernandez

(September 17,1937 / Marikina City)

Accused


From between the pages of an old dusty book
A yellowing paper, with trembling hands I took
And with tears in my eyes again and again I read
The message/writ therein, I refuse to believe

Your handwriting thereon is now obscure and blurred
Wet by the tears that fall each time they're in my hands
But blurred and wet still points a finger at me
Repeats allegations of infidelity

Now you are far away, we're thousand miles apart
The love I have for you still dwells in my heart
But for you I will wait for all eternity
And hope you'll one more time give back your love to me

Submitted: Monday, March 07, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, February 26, 2013

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