Ere the sun shine the rude

Allure in mine eyes, I ask ye

O bud with beauty unretired

For only ye, I doth seek

Let met our fragrances

As may Thy sweets bloom

Be kindle ne'er-dying freshness

To fulfilled to where is empty

No such things'ld grow better

If without the heartbeats divine

The world'ld drown to its depths

To where abysmality lay awake

Cradle the torrents of tears

To those rhymes rhyming fade

And how gay the nature'ld be

If heaven's gentleness sent'st free

Breathe to me the sweetest fragrances

To the morning beauty doth see

Those views of wondrous scenery

Share a world where love abide

Written by:

~ Bernando A. Minguita Jr. ~