<p><strong>The Pulse by John Bernabe Mendoza Ignalagin</strong></p>
<p>the love of one who is enchanted<br />
captivated and incarcerated<br />
of that wonderful feeling<br />
and I&#8217;m nowhere to go</p>
<p>actually, I don’t want to go<br />
and I’ll never let go<br />
to prove what I’ve said is true<br />
look and see what&#8217;s inside my heart</p>
<p>First…<br />
let me have the privilege<br />
to tell you something<br />
something about love</p>
<p>love is like wind,<br />
you can’t see it but can feel it<br />
it is like wind,<br />
you can feel it, but may let it pass</p>
<p>love is like wind,<br />
when you let it pass then it’s gone<br />
it is like wind when it’s gone,<br />
it’s already gone, will never come back</p>
<p>Second,<br />
let me have the privilege again<br />
to tell you something<br />
something about my love</p>
<p>my love for you is like waiting forever<br />
it extends from here to mars<br />
my love is priceless – invaluable<br />
the strongest fortress crafted by me</p>
<p>you may consider my love as narcissistic<br />
but let the gravity defies me<br />
my concern is genuine<br />
my concern is pure</p>
<p>Third,<br />
let me have the privilege for the last time<br />
to tell you something<br />
something about I love</p>
<p>what I really like about you is&#8230;<br />
your smile when the camera clicks<br />
the way you wait when the bell rings<br />
when you listen to the ticktock of clock</p>
<p>being with you,<br />
if that’s just a dream,<br />
I want to leave reality<br />
let&#8217;s say, see you in my dreams then</p>
<p>Love is being happy for someone<br />
though you’re hurt<br />
Love is like losing things<br />
the more you search for</p>
<p>I love the wind whispers in my ears<br />
I love the ocean touches my feet<br />
I love the moon watching me<br />
but I love you the most</p>
<p>the crown has power and I have none<br />
I don’t have a good head<br />
but please let me understand<br />
my future is to put the ring in you</p>
<p>yet I hate that we may part<br />
how I wish time would run slowly<br />
longing for you is a sweet sorrow<br />
but may the stars give us endless hours</p>
<p>I know, I love, I am ready<br />
you go, You leave, You walk away<br />
that’s fine, that’s okay, that’s expected<br />
well, actually, it will never be</p>
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<p><strong>John Bernabe Mendoza Ignalagin Author Bio:</strong></p>
<p><em>He is 18 yrs old, born on October 24, 1999. He graduated Senior High School in Taguig Science High School. He loves to read novels, listen to pop music, watch TV series and write poems. He sees poetry as a language that can show one&#8217;s true feelings and emotions. He has many aims in life to shape into reality but one thing is for sure, he&#8217;ll do everything to live them. Being a doctor is the dream he wants to pursue the most so he can help those people who need medical assistance. He truly believes that by having persistence, perseverance and grit, anyone is capable of reaching their goals even it may seem impossible to overcome.</em></p>
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“The Pulse” by 18 Year Old Poet John Bernabe Mendoza Ignalagin
