by Kloster Paul M. Saises
To me, you are love incarnate. The sweet laughter of a toddler. The
smile of a romantic. The music I dance to. The warm cup of tea. The
blushing of a daughter. The singing of a kundiman. The cry of a
newborn. The kiss of a soulmate.
To me, you are beauty. The hot sun that grazes the morning dew. The
breeze at night. The snowflake on Decembers. The smell of
sampaguita. The taste of oranges and berries. The crashing of waves.
The moonlight over the sea. The breaking dawn. Both summer and fall.
To me, love and beauty, are all that you are.