Treasure Island

Jesus James Llorico


My Precious One


'My precious one that I now miss
Whose love is ever in my heart
In silence, I have always wished
That we can never be apart

As I walk in this barren sand
Humming a sweet and lovely song
And silent birds just calmly stand
As they listened and trod along

They gently seek for a shelter
Under the shade of the lone tree
These creatures that's so tender
And it's so comforting to see

I casually hit some pebbles
In heaps of sand and near the tree
That scare the birds and they settle
On far away tree as they flee

This trance like dream awakens me
As the vows of love that we kept
Will always hold as we agree
That our love life we have accept'

Submitted: Saturday, November 02, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 02, 2013

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