Julie Poem by Shabati Dokyu

A girl favored by the power of beauty was named Julie

She was a woman of tragedy from Promiscuity.

Her Beauty sealed my chaste'ned heart to love her and no other

Which entroubles me my fated tragedy from there after.



'Twas a somber night so dangerous that had came

Which the tempest's weather so bleak that disturbs I come to blame

But Nay, 'twas the lady named Julie that caused such misfortune

The Lady that fates the melancholy coming to me soon.



Julie entered and walked slowly with her most superb beauty

And approached my Uncle who was the Innkeeper on duty

My uncle referred her to me, for her designated room

She then walked toward me to ask me to guide her to her room.



I was mesmerized with the beauty she had presented so

That as I guided I wondered is she an angel or no.

I was entombed in her love, and my heart throbbed none but Julie,

And my lips were most eloquent of the love I felt guilty.

I found her owned eyes immensely imbued with humility

That she was most humble above all of humanity.

I found her owned lips, luscious as she spake with eloquence

Which harkened my ears to attend every word of thy highness.

I found her owned face not deception but rather perfection

Which wholly dictates the woman can quench my satisfaction.

All my senses were spell-bound by the beauty she dictated

That in her love I was eternally incarcerated.



We arrived soon to the room to where she could lie and slumber

To the place where my fantasies were fulfilled I remember.

Julie then asked me 'Can you honor me Shab as your new friend?

For I am new in town, and know not anywhere I can blend.'

I then answered ' 'Tis great honor with thee to be acquainted

For I am tasked that what the visitor asked I shall attend.'

Then I wondered to why a being such she, acquaints with me,

When all the more I'm lesser to the perfection that is she.

After that meeting I looked at the stars above thanking God

For giving such sweet angel named Julie whose beauty unflawed.



Many months had passed since our most treasured friendship had begun

That it seemed all sorrows I bore were obsolete and gone

I found the lady whom the angels named Julie a huge blessing

For 'twas she who opened my heart and caused my own heart to sing

We were the best of friends according to what many assumed

In fact a few thought of us lovers and I soon to be groomed

But it never crossed our minds that we were lovers to be wed

Which troubled me during that time of the history I said.

Soon after this time of such happiness and satisfaction

In June on the date of my birth it ended in destruction.



Ah! It was the 15th of June I distinctly remember

It was the day when I was forced to choose the welfare of her.

She troubled me a question, which was so hard to yield an answer

That 'If the suitor of hers, could suit her a lover? '

I was dumbstruck by the question, and I can't yield an answer

For I realized that I had been secretly her lover.

I was forced to choose between the man and the secret lover

That if I spake to choose that wooing gentleman could suit her

Then my chance is over of becoming her own best lover.

But Nay! I cannot condemn myself to be a deceiver,

For I can't accept that I was to lie to be her lover.

That is why I spake that 'The person should suit her as her lover,

And I am only a best friend (who is willing to suffer) '.



After saying that reply with such superb courage

And forming my resolve to face the sorrow that I shall phage

My heart did not but cry upon my decision for sadness

For I am such a selfish martyr for Julie's own happiness.

I looked away from the face of my most sweet angel named Julie

'Cause I can't bear the fact that I made a choice that is silly



Then soon I looked at her again and saw that she was weeping

And I wondered to why this seraph named Julie was weeping.

She then went her way without words and left me with tears dripping

I was stunned to see why does the woman I loved be grieving



On the night of June 15 the two of us were sad and lamenting

And I never thought that my birthday I would be resenting

What lied beyond those saddened tears I will never ever know

But just marked that every June 15 my heart will never grow.



After the night of June 15, I was already thirteen

With my heart always entroubled with an uncommitted sin.

Our hearts never crossed the line to love but they separated

With our most precious friendship wholly razed and desecrated.



9 months went and I still lingered with the scar of June 15

I never thought that losing Julie's love was a blade so keen.

We were wounded and never decided to acquaint once more

For 'twas much painful to accept our broken bond allthemore.



Truthfully I ne'er thought that Julie could cause such destruction

For her own face clearly showed perfection and satisfaction

I thought that in her beauty which my heart has been found guilty

Could cure the sorrows I feel in this cursed reality

But I realized 'twas all false and petty fantasy

And I was a stupid boy who fell in love which was silly.



It was March, when I have finally formed my resolve to befriend

All this time I am tormented by my loss and I want this to mend

I said, 'It does not matter to me if she ever resents,

But it will be fine to at least speak a word in this silence.

I then went to her house to right what has been all along wrong

And suddenly news hits me that the beauty that I always long

Was long gone and she had went her way to Quezon Diliman.



I am now 24, and I stand now here near this cursed Inn

From that night which you departed still I know not what's my sin.

'Twas no coincidence that the two of us met long ago

For it was all destiny that I would become her best beau.

Even though our paths grow farther as time parts us from each other

I'll still keep loving Julie for I can't love any other.