The night was dark, for the moon was young And the stars were asleep and rare, The clouds were thick, yet Youth went out To see his Maiden fair. 'Dear One, ' he pleaded as he knelt Before her feet, in tears, 'My love is true, why have you kept Me waiting all these years?' The maiden looked at him unmoved, It seemed, and whispered low. 'Persistent Youth, you have to prove By deeds your love is true.' There's not a thing I would not do For you, Beloved,' said he. Then go,' said she, to your mother dears And bring her heart to me.' Without another word, Youth left And went to his mother dear, And opened her breast and took her heart. He did not shed a tear! Then back to his Maiden fair he ran, Unmindful of the rain; Bus his feet slipped and down he fell And load he groaned with pain. Still in his hand he held the prize That would win his Maiden's hand; And he thought of his mother dear So kind, so sweet, so fond. And then he heard a voice, not from His lips but all apart: 'Get up,' it said; 'were you hurt, Child?' It was his mother's heart.
I like this story🥰🥰
Something about this Poem sends a Chill down my spine
No love is greater than mother's love ❤️
If that girl would ever really loved him,
She would never asked to prove it.
One of my favorite poem💕😉
Nice one. Waiting for more uploads.
thanks mhie,,,, katamad basahin sa module😇😇😇😇😇
A mother's love is unconditional ❤️ 💕 ♥️
The night was dark, for the moon was young And the stars were asleep and rare,
The clouds were thick, yet Youth went out To see his Maiden fair.
'Dear One, ' he pleaded as he knelt
Before her feet, in tears,
'My love is true, why have you kept Me waiting all these years?'
The maiden looked at him unmoved,
It seemed, and whispered low.
'Persistent Youth, you have to prove
By deeds your love is true.'
There's not a thing I would not do For you, Beloved,' said he.
Then go,' said she, to your mother dears And bring her heart to me.'
Without another word, Youth left And went to his mother dear,
And opened her breast and took her heart.
He did not shed a tear!
Then back to his Maiden fair he ran,
Unmindful of the rain;
Bus his feet slipped and down he fell
And load he groaned with pain.
Still in his hand he held the prize That would win his Maiden's hand;
And he thought of his mother dear
So kind, so sweet, so fond.
And then he heard a voice, not from His lips but all apart:
'Get up,' it said; 'were you hurt, Child?' It was his mother's heart.
Nag ss pa ako andito na pala 🤦🏻♀️
Wow great poet
Nice story.. very interesting..
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Great content. Keep it up :D
Ang galing po ng narrator 🥺💖
Thank you!
Jose got no chill
so nice ma'am upload more
I always play this poem to memorize bcoz we have a speech choir on feb 10
Thanks for watching. Glad you like it.
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Wowww
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What a tragedy!