Her name is Sue but she likes to be called Rain. She’s a Louisian through and through, earning her degree from SLU, Baguio. I met her in cyberspace through the Asingan Journal which is a very interesting blogsite about our hometown by our common friend, Vic Costes. It was there where I first read and got hook with her works. Rain has that certain lyrical sensitivity and romantic awareness to see poetry in even the simplest things around her. She writes as she feels and thus her verses are free-flowing and spontaneous; And always from the heart.
I never got to ask her about her self-chosen name. It's maybe because rain brings in freshness and quenches our otherwise parched part of the earth. Or, It’s maybe because of the rainbows in the aftermath. In that sense, the name fits her to a T…
Love
by Susan Villanueva
Love has no season,
It has no clime…
It transcends smoothly
with the passage of time...
It touches us
from birth to our death.
It is with us in each gasps,
in each and every breath...
Our lives are sustained
by our efforts to Love…
Love holds us up
to the end of the day
when the light
fades away…
I never got to ask her about her self-chosen name. It's maybe because rain brings in freshness and quenches our otherwise parched part of the earth. Or, It’s maybe because of the rainbows in the aftermath. In that sense, the name fits her to a T…
Love
by Susan Villanueva
Love has no season,
It has no clime…
It transcends smoothly
with the passage of time...
It touches us
from birth to our death.
It is with us in each gasps,
in each and every breath...
Our lives are sustained
by our efforts to Love…
Love holds us up
to the end of the day
when the light
fades away…
.
.
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