at the night seems long, wondering
mind calls for a solitude, where the heart
felt the emptiness of the soul

each birth calls every memory to live
and begin the unending journey of the heart
where each moment lives what the immortality
of destiny calls

dare not to face the bright moonlight shadow
of where it started to grow and bloom, the
innocent child flourish in thy love abode in
the mother’s womb of thy father's lap

hold on to the sweat that goes, for labor stand
in the kittle pot amidst the burning sun of the
skin makes it fun, happy as it could be in the
lingering hand as the children grown

now the day has ended, as sun has shown the
reflected wrinkles in the moonlight face of the
beautiful Maria in the homeless dress as the
party goes, late comes near in the ageless
bacon of love

solemnly it face the beauty that exist in the past
as it request the best that our naked eyes had
profess, thank you that you came in my light you
bring the moonlight night a sky as so bright
for you are the sun shine of my life

you are a wife who came and live my life so bright
till you will be my wife through out eternity

Antonio Liao

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