poetry for the devotee

True love

language is the language
me, your love is always making me
happy all the time

until now I still
Just sing, for
so I can see
pigeons flying

You can see the moon
but I chose to become
your heart star

how long this story,
I will not know,
that made me love
thirst for yourself

time goes
and forever
I still will choose you


by:trifena.pitoy