And you will fill my heart,
I can find.
Yet to have known,
And loved you the years,
In which I had grown.
I will love as the same,
‘coz in my eye’s
You will always stay the same,
And be loved,
With no other name.
On your lips it parts,
On your arms that hold me so
only you can make my life sing.
Only you make my mind numbed and dumbed.
Love me and leave me, yet you cannot.
I give you take,
You take O give.
Your hands balanced mine,
As my embrace love yours.
Unwillingly my hands involuntarily loves your hair.
As you with my heart and hold me close,
Before I even break a nose,
And care to make it dry
before it ran away every tear that pours.
Where is the heart,
Where is my love,
I cannot find you.
When did I lose you,
When was the time we fell in love.
I am here
Telling screaming shouting,
I am silently waiting,
For U to come get me,
I will wait,
But don’t be late,
I am gladly mad,
For we can make up time,
In that bed where we used to have
Conversations under our arms in twine,
To live each other,
And start each day like no other,
For nor infinity
Not even eternal,
My love for you grows each time,
A day that we plant misses upon our skin,
As the water flows from our rain.
. . . Your smile
then you ‘d known
for sometime, I wanted none
But your attention, maybe when we get too much,
Do want all your affection in abundant cheer and splendor
Upon our love is our foundation.
Which rest in spring mornings, while birds whisper their sonata.
Remind me to rewind my mind,
and see if that yesterday was deja vu since last Tuesday.
And that line of hers, wasted me a Friday,
where wanted nothing more to,
do something out of conversation since
Do I have to stress this now,
where my day can be as good
as it can be,
not tomorrow. . .
but as I walk into the hall of beauties,
in that good ol cafe.
June of 89,
marked a year
where I was,
where I were,
In a state of my own self.
A lover of words,
A lover of girls that do not speak . . .
of girls that enter that atrium where
they were the buffet 0f my ey3.
Then an eye took my breath away,
while I looked under while I sang,
with an angel in the midst of
girls inside a varsity of voices.
Isang ibon ang aking na alala
pag ika’y nakikita,
na pumanaw sa aking unang silang
sa umagang natandaan.
At ako’y nag papaka tanga sa pag ibig
na bumubulag sa pusong kong wala
ano mang makita kung di ang iyong
pag ibig na walang ningning.
With your skin silky soft,
against my manly bruised arms,
holding me gently as I knead my cheeks unto yours.
Then we caress the love we need, not the lust we dont want.