25 March 2012

Dulcinea


I
fell
in love
with the person
who spoke my phrases
I longed to hear; poignant,
sincere,  and romantic words. In
perfect timing, or at my own signal

        She,
                who I
        can own in
                                                                  a  passage and she,
                                                     who possessed remnants of   
                                            me from the day I  first breathed

                I
                          loved her
                  deeply but she
           was no more alive
than in my sappy fictions

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6 comments:

  1. LoFMarch 25, 2012 at 3:07 PM

    i see heaven when i see thee, dulcinea...

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  2. Désolé BoyMarch 25, 2012 at 6:33 PM

    You had me with this: I fell in love with a person who spoke my phrases.
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    Lovely!

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  3. reiMarch 25, 2012 at 6:49 PM

    Dulcinea, the first time I read this word was when I was still in HS, and 'til now, I'm still in love with it. :)

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  4. RaymondMarch 26, 2012 at 6:45 AM

    @line of light - on don quixote mode kuya? A lovely story isn't it? :)

    @desole boy - We have our own narcissistic tendencies, dont we? :) Thanks for visiting!

    @iamrel - I haven't had the chance to read it in HS, my childhood must have been incomplete :)

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  5. VICTORMarch 27, 2012 at 12:35 AM

    Did you write this on paper first?

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  6. RaymondMarch 27, 2012 at 5:40 AM

    No, I typed it directly. Wait, I think need to review my post.Haha

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