Treasure Island

Marvin Brato Sr

(March 2,1960 / Davao City, Philippines)

'Beloved'


I must admit...
our love has been imperfect
I'm not even your ideal man
yet love does exist like magic
lingers in time, does not fade.

I must admit...
I am not a perfect husband
often failed your expectations
but love does forgive any mistake
forget the past, thrive to move on.

I must admit...
I was tempted with women
I succumbed to my weakness
true love cleanses shortcoming
my heart made anew to love you.

Now, I must admit...
I love you greater each day
I desire for your hugs and kisses
true love's touch is much adorable
excites much joy and innate endearment
the best in my whole life is loving you.

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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