Three Poems, Two Women, One Friendship

Yesterday, I was scanning my old phone, and I found three poems that I already forgot. I wrote this poem for my dear friend Ms. Nadine Gaton, who today remains as one of Laguna's pride in the field of Campus Journalism and the President of the Laguna Secondary School Paper Advisers Association.

Somebody Turns 33

Somebody turns 33

Still oozing with such glee

A thousand minds from pristine

Yet at heart always a teen

Her four tantalizing eyes

Uncover the world’s disguise

Fullest passion, she exerts

Hidden talent, she unearths

Treasure, friend and confidant

There’s nothing more I ever want

Hear me heavens up above

Lead her to her one great love

Somebody turns 33

Health and luck for her prithee

For having her in my life

Lord, I shall always thank thee

I wrote this next poem for my friend 
Ms. Daisy Rombano-Revilla, 
another fellow school paper adviser and friend, 
an hour before she marches 
down the aisle

Mr. and Mrs. Keith and Daisy Rombano-Revilla

The Prayer of a Happy Bride

Lord God almighty,

You handpicked us for each other 

You made our oaths cross to complete one another

You destined our union for better or for worse

Now that we will spend eternity as one

May all the tribulations in our life be gone

Allow our sincerest love to fully enlighten

As our journey together will now begin

Bless our vows with unparalleled loyalty

Supply us with a lifetime of fidelity

As well as his seed I will nurture in my womb

A lasting love from the church to our tomb

The most unconditional love we will extend

To stray from each other, we will never attempt

With you, Lord Jesus in our union, we can mend a most enduring love that has no ending

Another poem for Miss Daisy Rombano-Revilla 
for the yuletide season, two months after she helped me 

after I was pick-pocketed in Los Banos

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The Real Christmas Flower 

A regal and elusive beauty

Blooming from a buzzling city

Always ready to spread her spiritual generosity

A trait that made her admirable to many

A loyal and staunch ally

A pure heart whom I can always rely

She might bloom as an ordinary DAISY

But she’ll always be the real Christmas flower for me