Treasure Island

John Hazon Palen

(February 3,1995 / Philippines)

It Seems


The sun and moon do high-five
Whenever we meet,
Frozen I would be in time.
This I must admit.

I always get wonderstruck
Whenever we meet.
Your smile would shine bright at me,
I feel more complete.

Problems fade and I feel light
Whenever we meet.
'Have a nice day, friend of mine, '
Your lovely eyes greet.

I'm always at my best here.
Everything makes sense.
And as I sit in wonder,
I'm in love, it seems.

Submitted: Friday, May 24, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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Do you ever have a sudden feeling bothering you whenever you come close to someone..?

;)

Well, I experienced one and I used to inspire me. God Bless, everyone!

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