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Our love seems like a scent carried by the wind,
It smells of sampaguita and sweet morning jasmines.
Inch by inch, the scent smells like a poison
Where our hearts bleed with
Serpent’s mephitic venom
Where it has the color
Of rose’s sweetsour juice.


Your love I adore,
It has all kinds of brilliance
Like tiny diamonds and
Shimmering stars-
It speaks of real beauty
And above all they
Purport perfection,
It is never flawed
Unlike that of the vulture's-
Tainted and black.


Two hearts-
Yours and mine
Pure yet something
Clandestine,
Hidden under the
Forbidden labyrinth
Where it breeds ruthless
and selfish passions.