kinabuhi

I have you

September 30, 2010

I cry too often

And topple on every step

My tantrums are all over

And nurses much regret

But always with me

Ever my greatest find

I almost could hate you

For being far too kind

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Letter 7

September 13, 2010

Dear present love,

 

You make me fall with the most mundane things you do.

It warms my heart each time I feel your eyes on me when I look away and pretend unnoticing. You tap my head or my shoulder like a pet when I know inside you die to have me wrapped in your arms, only that you think I’m a snob. I miss these little things that make my heart skip a bit. I miss you a little more each day.

 

 

Wanting more those special ordinary seconds,

Your dearest

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letter 6

September 9, 2010

dear present love,

i have you now because fate knows best
way before we knew
the world did, and all conspired
each day fate took a step nearer
again and again it shied away
so near, yet its time has not yet come
in the same universe we revolved
a time each day we stand on same ground
but in anonimity we have remained
yet those walls, those streets
they knew what was to come
fate held tight unwilling to give in
for though it couldn’t bear to see hearts broken
it must not change what has been written
and so it waited, and never in vain
it saw your heart’s longing
it witnessed my aching
and still it sat out of sight
and saw our ways depart
it waited and ached for our hearts
until the day that was set
love bursted in all places
and made to happen what we have now


your fated lover

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again

September 3, 2010

This pain no more than a stranger than the blood that runs through this heart

An unwanted occupant of an abandoned house, at home and lost all at once

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Letter 5

August 23, 2010

Dear Present Love,

 

“Us” will be officially a month in existence in 4 days. But I’d rather not count, not in months, not even in years, but in lifetimes.

 

 

The one who wants to spend the rest of her life with you,

Your dearest

 

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