Written 2006:
You came to me like a breath of fresh air
like water to an exhausted plant
Your jolt sparked fiery passions
and buried deep the scars of my past
Even if my love cannot be expressed through touch
my spirit dances with yours in the wind
And even if we can’t go any farther,
our emotions and troubles connect us
To me you are a gust of cold wind
in the separated deserts we live in
You were the drop of hope
that led this flower to bloom,
the last ounce of strength I needed to win
Therefore I can say jet’aime, te amo, mahal kita
If I never met you...My future wouldn’t be as it would be...
ILU,
John
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