This poem is dedicated to my friend, Tina.
The Gleam of Love
By Zhema
You are the only one I allow to read my book, its pages still unfinished.
The longing that all this time has paraded, wrapping the earth, has taken form, Encircling my being. Are you here only for a fleeting moment, my lord?
No, be at ease! My tongue you have stilled; It refuses to scatter questions that shall never be answered.
Your charm has left me unable to give even an inch of my heart to another. Yet may I humbly plead: Fasten my soul securely Within the chamber of your heart.
For the jeweled throne within my soul Glows with joy, weaving together all the goodness you have offered in my life.
Tumbang Miri, August 26, 2025
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