For You Miss Carmen Soo

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