bahag Hari
(The king's G-string)
A philippino love story.

When sweet to the fruit
Entices
Liberates hungers call to
Nature
Man becomes whole.

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I saw her
There where
The streams
Waterfall flows
Down like a dream

Naked she bathed
When crystal waters
Poured across her form
Breasts firm, body slim
Her dark rich sandy skin
Drew my breath away.
Hair dark as midnight
Sparkles of water
Like stars in the sky
Dripped off silken hair
Running down.

We met where eyes dark
engraved
Themselves deep into
My soul, we loved
Where daylight gave
Our kisses to fly
Like fairy wings upon
The air
They held us tight.

Oh! Life you deviant beast
So caters to tear apart
When it seems life's found peace.
I was poor, below her grace
Though with her I was a king
But fathers grown old forget
The springs from which they spring
I mourned daily her touch
The love I had filled within
She forced to live far away
As if love true was a sin.

Oh years passed the sad paths
Where loneliness held my sway
15 years had crossed the great
Divide, where love held it's day
I saw a child walking by
I swore was my love
Eye as dark, skin so smooth
That she brightened here my day
We talked of places far and wide
Journeyed humours gates
Pressed the visions for a while
Exchanged each other's names.

She told her youth so far away
Where her mother once had lived
She told a story that broke the heart
How her mother touched the grave
Her father she said she never knew
But her mother told her tales
Of a heart she captured long ago
In a waterfall nearby
Her mother pined away her days
In dreams of her lost love
And told her daughter to seek
The man she loved.

I saw it then, cried my fill
As I told her the full story
And here I learned the gods
Had graced
The meaning of our love.
For tales are heard
Life is cruel
Yet love carries through
Here before me I adore
My daughter true.


There are stories old
Oft times bold
That wing upon our souls
The story old of a fairy love
Of a woodsman and a fae
How the gods took her away
The rainbow became
To them the key
To come again to be
My daughter here
Prescious, dear
Was the rainbow
Between her mother
And me.


Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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