Photo courtesy of deviantART As I look unto your lovely face, and listen to your golden voice; Trembling is my unrestrained action, and shaking is my uncontrolled motion. As I look at your twinkling eyes, and imagine your fairyness; In the highest star there I lie, and the snowy clouds passing in the sight. As I sing the lovely songs, and with you as my inspiration; Problems would go away, and happiness is on the way. As I loved you with my whole heart, and carry you in a joyful park; My love for you will be the last, and the memories will be our past. Background: 20May1997 @ near midnight, this is the first poem I had ever made while working at Baguio Concorde hotel, inspired by Rutchie, a lady from the neighborhood.