Tingin, tingin,
sa akin
mahal.
Hindi mo ba
tanaw?
Pagibig na
nagkukubli
sa lilim ng aking
mga mata?

Tingin, tingin,
puso,
magtigil!
Kinig, kinig,
o aking paraluman.
Hindi
mo ba kuliglig
ang tibok sa
aking dibdib?

Tingin, tingin,
hanggang tingin na lamang
ba?
Hanggang kumusta't
paalam na lang ba
ang itutura't
lalabas
mula sa 'yong labing
nais kong hagkan?

Tingin, tingin,
mahal,
ako'y
tingnan.
Pagmamahal ko'y
'di ba aninag?
Tingin, tingin,
paano nga ba?
Ngayo't puso mo'y tila
laan na para
sa iba?

Sleeping shuts the lights;
sleeping shuts the night.
Sleeping's when the all of me
suddenly takes
flight.

But dear, you came
and then and there
I wish to be
awake.

Your eyes, to trace;
your lips,
to take -
to always see
your face.

Hello.
I’m writing to tell you that I wouldn’t write for you.

I’m stitching letters unto
letters
to form words that would
never
replicate your name.
Papers, unblemished;
ink,
unused
to weave something
reminiscent of
you.

Hello.
I’m writing a poem.

To you and never
for you.

For I write for those
who piece
my heart –

you never did;
*you never took it  
from me.