I wish your young love sweet joy*
For Ma. Christine Antonette and Mark Partrick
I wish your young love
like a raton planted in a potent soil,
Or will thrive
like cut canes inches above the ground.
I wish your growing love
like newly cut cane turned into molasses;
Or will be purified
like the crystal white sugar.
I wish your maturing love
like a cane standing despite the slashing,
Or will triumph
like a cane shooting despite the burning.
Above all, I wish your surviving love
will nourish each other
like sugar bits compacted into cube,
And will flourishlike sugar giving sweet joy to a home in every way.
*copyright 2014 by Gerlie M. Uy