I think of you, my dearest, as would a traveller crave for the twinkle of a distant star.... your charms, I see your breathe, I scent.... Yet, dear heart, I'll never know how far! What more but a pauper's heart desire... except to dwell in silence and adour, to withered worship wrought while in the mire, to yearn...to love you and no more! I think of you, my dearest, as a distant promise of beauty un-touched by the world... a promise that has to be reached inspite of the ugliness and terror around me... And if I may never see you again, my last thought shall be that I fought for you... and lost..........but I fought! mbr :)
From: Mayette Vitug
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