Amidst the whispers of ancient stone, Where echoes of the past are overgrown, Guadalupe Ruins, a sacred grace, Preserving time in its embrace. Once, beneath the Philippine sun, Walls stood strong, a tale begun, Now remnants guard the silent lore, Of shared prayers and battles' roar. Vines entwine with tender care, Binding past and present there, A testament to resilient ways, In shadows soft, where history lays. Guardians of the stories told, In crumbled halls so wise and old, Guadalupe stands in gentle might, A beacon of the enduring light.