Perplexed with endless unanswered questions,
I tried to conceal riddles of life’s imperfection
But it remained as a clouded mystery,
A quest for human’s immortality

Why would I shed my tears
Fall down like tiny raindrops during Mass?
When songs seem to be sentimental
Or am I too fragile?

Why would I kneel and pray
In the stillness of night and day
When both present a champagne of glory and wonder
Or am I a too- pious wanderer?

Like the delicate thorns of a rose
It touches my heart and starving soul
I realized that I love Him
And I’ll never stop loving Him.

For its Agape- a spiritual love that grows.