Your touch brings me ripples of excitement
Your voice makes me forget my sleepiness
I crave your hug the way I crave coffee in the morning
I long for your kiss, every minute I utter your name
It’s a strange thing, these feelings you bring
I forget what I went through whenever I hear you say “I love you”
In times of discomfort, your hug I’m sure would be my only cure
And hell I know I wouldn’t sleep properly at night without hearing you say good night
Things have changed ever since you came back
I started to forget every bitterness I said about falling in love
You see, the things I do for you, it’s a new version of me
A version which I think is better than what I used to be
I love you, I’m quite sure of it love
Don’t ask me why, for a day of explaining might not be enough
I love you, can’t you just accept it for now?
Then let’s spend every day showing how we adore each other so much
it will be difficult to convince me of what you feel,
for I’ve been in many situations where guys would cover with lies what’s real
so please be patient with me and don’t give up right away
make me believe that this time, someone is willing to stay
I’ll doubt your words, so you have to be persistent
I’ll act like I don’t care, so you have to be confident
when I text you, call you, or chat you first it’s a sign
I’m opening up; soon I’ll be calling you mine
I like “good mornings” and “good nights” the most
at morning, remind me of my coffee and toast
I like receiving notes, and I still think love letters are the best
travels, food, music, movies, books… those are what’s inside my treasure chest
I’ll care for you, I’ll miss you, but I won’t say it
I’m not a cheesy person, but I’ll love it if sometimes you’re sweet
expensive dates and gifts, those are not my thing
a walk in a park, a museum visit, or a coffee date— we can do these and just talk about anything
I won’t require you to spend most of your time with me
I won’t be clingy, and I won’t get jealous easily
but this doesn’t mean I care for you less
I just think we need time for others, for ourselves… I guess
I won’t be demanding, but know I’ll need you
when I’m down, a hug will always do
try not to lie, and always say the things you have in mind
these and more will lead to us intertwined
he loves me… but not enough.
he says he loves me
but no… his love is not enough
it’s not enough for him
to be the guy I want
he wouldn’t leave his ‘cool’ image
just for me
he couldn’t quit smoking
or even liking, seeing and dating other girls
he loves me
but he loves himself more
he puts his happiness first
before me, or even his family and friends
he loves me
but not enough.
I love her
no, I adore her
I’m willing to change only if she gives me a chance
I love her, and I need her
I need her to accept me, and my flaws
that this ‘cool’ image I have
the smoking and cursing
the other girls and the selfishness
I need her to accept me and these
and then make me understand
that despite all of these
I am worthy of being loved
and that’s when I’ll know
if she could love the imperfect me
then she would never leave the perfect me
… so I’ll make myself perfect,
Written by Pent Elyria Dawn V. Liongson
Love is a myth, a classic saga, admit.
Many a tale, each has surely have heard
Starring two or more lovers playing sweet
with villains stand between, each couple feared.
Love is a metrical romance, declare.
But reading it is impossible as
finding a brave knight in distress who’s fair
or damsel in shining armor one has.
Love is an epic, too lengthy, assert.
Where forces resist, heroes are of need
But typically Beowulfs die or hurt
And Bidasaris mostly plead and bleed.
Love is a novel, complicated, claim.
Filled with chapters you count from now and then.
Beginnings do have endings, all are same
Endings are sadly preset, beyond ken.
Love is fiction, stranger than way it’s told.
From time to time it is passed by folks.
It’s a paradox no one can unfold.
Listen to nothing, love is but a hoax.
my feelings were clear
I made sure you know dear
took every moment for you to see
that your presence brings me glee
such bliss was returned
my heart, I felt it burned
I heard those words finally
saying you also love me
I think I should let you know
that you give me so much glow
and when you smile at me it’s obvious to see
‘us’ is what’s supposed to be
when you touch my face I shiver
when you hold my hand the feelings make me wonder
would it feel the same in years to come
would it still be perfect without yours in my palm
the days with you I want to last
dates with you, coffee every breakfast
even disagreement with you I value
especially if it’s about a book we argue
love, a poem is all I offer
but they say writings last forever
and that’s how I hope us to be
forever, there will be you and me
di tulad nila
tayo’y malayo sa isa’t- isa
ngunit ang pagmamahal ba
ay nasusukat ng distansiya?
ang araw na to ay para sa’yo
para sa ‘yong mga sakripisyo
sa mga oras na di mo kami binigo
at inuna kami bago ang sarili mo
kaya salamat sa lahat ng paalala
salamat sa pag- aalala
sa mga matatamis mong salita
SALAMAT SA ‘YO INA.