Scarborough Fair (Ma Own Version)

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

 And kiss,

Morning Glories in the blooming night and bare

Evening Primrose, will petals cut my skin? 

And kiss,

A pristine youth like mortal’s hidden sin

Mounting peaks flaunting high can you see? 

And kiss,

Snowflakes cold like heart beating is for thee.

Search me the finest sea anemone? 

And kiss,

Darling clothes the beggars sewn for me.

Can you remedy aches of happy memories? 

And knot,

Strings as traps for mayflies and honey bees.

Must hunger embrace my town city? 

Believe me,

All I want is a glaze donut from Jollibee.

Then you’ll be, my true love maybe.