I wrote this poem intended for Filipina women... their true nature.

Oh Filipina women ,thy beauty rare in men –

Flowers you plant and fragrance is yours

Smells as you are ; freshness remain

Flowers of May wither , not with Filipina hours

Filipina , Eve’s tender daughter

She embowerflower : rose : red and white — bright colors

Their thorns can’t bleed — upraise through caress ,

If desire , pure is in heart that pours

Boredom it frees as charm her face , modesty she dress

Men fertile heart’s land may bloom lovely

Shower by rain’s loyalty, tears not ; love openly

To grow redder than red rose produce

In solemnity love feels truly–

And heart of a Lamb , gentle; not eyes that fools must use.