She taught me real estate when I was young and naive
When I was lost, she told me of Engr. Cruz's review classes
From then on, I became a broker, a realtor, and so much more

She showed me the Mirror of the past, present and future
And warned me -
that it was treacherous to shape ones actions according to the mirror
In the sacred halls of UST Hospital of course,
In the sacred halls of Lothlórien.

All these she showed me even the scars on her body
Living testament to her part in the great battle of Middle - Earth.

So it is only fitting that I write an ode for her
Before she leaves for America -
Before she leaves for Valinor.

Greatest Lady of Ñoldor, know that you are, and will always be,
my constant star.
I will love you and hold your hand
Even when the moon no longer shines
Or this wretched body withers like all mortal men.

It may have been an accident when I met you that night in SM Megamall
On my way to the treacherous Mount Doom
Then again, you of all people taught me that there are no accidents in life -

Only magic. Only hope. Only love.