Ballad
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away—
I met the person whom I shall love.
It was summer season—in the month of May,
when I found my dearest dove—
my life; my beloved; my prized;
my cherished with no name.
In that land far, far away, surrounded by the seas,
by the name of Puerto Prinsesa,
we tasted the sweet scent of its breeze—
I and my cherished with no name—
as little seraphs of heaven sang in bliss.
Stealing glances, that’s all we had
in that land far, far away;
and also in stealing glances, our tale has ended,
as we witnessed ourselves falling away.
The sun never rises without bringing me trances
of my cherished with no name;
the wind always whistles but I never had the chance
to hear the voice
of my cherished with no name;
and so, my heart desires
of revisiting our land far, far away—
to bring me back to the scenes,
to bring me back to my once upon a time
that my yearning heart once has seen.
Author's Note:
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee
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