Mark Francis G. Ng
Author's Note: This poem is the first of a 50-part compilation of writings about a personage named Guio, whose identity the author chooses not to disclose.
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Permit me to write these songs, Guio
From the countless thoughts that linger incessantly in my mind
Songs that speak of the things and ways you are so
With admiration, wonder, and a passion that’s true and rare to find.
These words I write to dare describe
Thee and the ways that make you dear
These songs are vows one binds as a scribe
Etched in the stars, so genuine and clear.
Face of innocence, of joy, of youthfulness, and of hope
These are the words I wish to describe thee, Guio
Words that I have kept since the day we met
Left unspoken then, but now I desire the world to know.
You remind me of the beauteous flowers that blossom in spring
And the birds that fly and roam the skies with glee
Of the butterflies that kiss the morn with their colorful wings
As they all head to the majestic meadows where they’re forever free.
Like a prince, vigorous and romantic you are
Who wins a lovely virgin with his lauds and wit
Whose chivalry and bravery are known e’en by those from afar
And things so noble, that to thee honor and praises do fit.
You possess within thee the brilliance of a poet
Who writes with words and phrases so artistic
And the likeness of an epic hero whose humble epithets
Speak of deeds worth telling, meritorious and majestic.
Like a child you also muse of fanciful flights
You build thy dreams as castles in the sky
Yet you know by heart that with thy hopes and courageous plights
Thy aspirations shall come true as time passes by.
On a night so silent with the stars so bright
I stay seated, thinking, with a pen in hand
Armed with a feel of admiration’s plight
In my mind do stir these thoughts so grand.
Permit me to write these songs, Guio
From the countless thoughts that linger incessantly in my mind
Songs that speak of the things and ways you are so
With admiration, wonder, and a passion that’s true and rare to find.
These words I write to dare describe
Thee and the ways that make you dear
These songs are vows one binds as a scribe
Etched in the stars, so genuine and clear.
Face of innocence, of joy, of youthfulness, and of hope
These are the words I wish to describe thee, Guio
Words that I have kept since the day we met
Left unspoken then, but now I desire the world to know.
You remind me of the beauteous flowers that blossom in spring
And the birds that fly and roam the skies with glee
Of the butterflies that kiss the morn with their colorful wings
As they all head to the majestic meadows where they’re forever free.
Like a prince, vigorous and romantic you are
Who wins a lovely virgin with his lauds and wit
Whose chivalry and bravery are known e’en by those from afar
And things so noble, that to thee honor and praises do fit.
You possess within thee the brilliance of a poet
Who writes with words and phrases so artistic
And the likeness of an epic hero whose humble epithets
Speak of deeds worth telling, meritorious and majestic.
Like a child you also muse of fanciful flights
You build thy dreams as castles in the sky
Yet you know by heart that with thy hopes and courageous plights
Thy aspirations shall come true as time passes by.
On a night so silent with the stars so bright
I stay seated, thinking, with a pen in hand
Armed with a feel of admiration’s plight
In my mind do stir these thoughts so grand.
How could you have inspired me so, Guio?
In such ways not even these words can tell
Yet in spite of these, this truth others too shall know
That thee, Guio, can truly inspire so well.
And so with thee in mind I now shall write
These words about thee I have kept so long
As the nightingales muster their melodic songs in their flight
I ask thee, Guio, permit me to write these songs.
January 14, 2007
Sunday
10:00 p.m.
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