THE MAIDEN

Knock Knock Knocking on the maiden's door

When she opens you'll see her bare feet sore

Amused from her smile and rugged place

Dispirit of a MadMan's Face......

The maiden's nature on lustrous will

From mirth and freedom on a sill

Any cares for a blessed weed

That rests never a lust

But there lies the seed on her purest soul

Where anytime there's creepy days

Behold thy Maiden's Soul

Who was kept unrested but satisfied

And cheerfully as she is

To grow with Nature in the wild

Shameless as to see her speak

Listen whenever she is sick

Her weakness becomes the maiden's strength

On the grounds of truth and little happiness

Sorrows and Misunderstandings are always be

A Mixture of Great and Small

To Take that Ground of Gratitude

Let her be on the account of a wealthy heart

The maiden stood and shared her tears

To a lonely heart..............

Those present hours of thankful past

May it be the words that last

For those wishes and fears

Through on these days will pass............

How the Maiden foretells of No Retreat

That may be of a distant place

But this is not for a Shallowed Mind

That Magnifies for a Willfull test

For the Maiden Speaks Not from the Mind

Rather for a Willfull Heart

That bears the truth with in herself

As for others may not understand

So Simple As she Will Be

That on her Part Lives the Creed

Of just what she is

The Maiden of that Rugged Place.............

Composed on August 19, 20072300hrs@janettes desk

Prk. 6 Bulanao, Kalinga

Written By: Julieva Famejud