THE BEACON OF MY LOVE

Your name is a soft wind on my soul,

A tender echo that awakens every sleeping memory.

At its whisper, my heart blooms anew,

And my world is washed in the warm glow

Of a love too deep for mortal speech.

You are the beacon of my love,

The light my spirit sails toward.

You stir in me a sweetness

Only true hearts can taste,

A flame so pure, so steady,

That even time bows before it.

Let every tongue speak falsehoods if it must,

Let the world doubt all it pleases,

But never this truth,

Cupid’s arrow sank into our hearts as one.

When shadows fall and silence reigns,

I close my eyes and there you stand,

Nearer than breath,

Softer than dawn’s first light.

I hold you in the secret chambers of my heart,

Where no sorrow can reach,

Where not even a moment dares to steal you away.

Pour your love into me like endless moonlight;

Let your hands cradle me with tender strength.

And may our bond stand firm forever,

A fortress against envy’s restless gaze,

A melody even jealous hearts cannot silence.

For you are the star that guides my nights,

The fire that warms my days,

The eternal beacon of my love.

By: FRANCIS A. BAALADONG, the village poet

To you—my heart’s sanctuary, my forever love.