Sa pagtulog mo
ang tanging hiling
ay mayakap ka.
Ang bawat awit
na hinuhuni ng aking puso
ay alay
para lamang sayo.

Nakakapit sa pag-asang
magdadaop muli ang ating mga palad,
na matititigan kong muli
ang iyong mga mata
habang
ang ating mga labi
ay unti unting naglalapit
para sa isang halik
na pinakaaasam.
Ang halik
na siyang bubuhay muli
sa daloy
ng ating minsang ipinangakong
pag-ibig na wagas.

*note: This poem is in the Filipino/Tagalog language from the Philippines

You remember
how I told you
that sleep is
my salvation?

Yet now,
I deprive myself of it
just to get the chance
to hear your stories
and anecdotes;
to know how you are,
and how your day went
Because you're all
worth my while.

When you know
You messed up
The most beautiful thing you've had
And your tears
Rush down your cheeks
With knowledge
That
Out there,
There may be others
That would steal away
The happiness
You only know.

But I am not letting you go.

This heart
Will fight
For the girl
That turned her life around.
The girl who
Made her realize
she has all the potential
To be better,
For herself and for you.

Can you tell that
I have not slept very well
since the last time
I heard your voice?

I have been tossing around my bed
With so much
envy that others can just see you
and be with you
any time they wish.

I ask myself
Who you may have talked with
or been with
the whole day?
Or who the last person
were you able to see
before your day ends?

Because from 5000 miles away
I admit,
That from where you are
You have the power
to make
or break my day
with just a hello.
And that you
are the last thing on my mind
before I slumber,
the first thought
as I rise;
and even in my dreams -
It's you-
between asleep and awake.

*ps. Can you tell, with the rate of words spilling out of my heart unendingly for the past days, that I have been thinking about you so much?

You
make me feel like a child
looking out through the window
witnessing the first fall of
fresh snow
on Christmas Morning.

And when you smile
it melts away all the cold
And I find myself
dancing under the flurries.

Some say
they feel sparks when they see the love of their lives pass by.

I say
It's a full display of fireworks in me -
An array of all colors and hues
and shapes and sizes
All in full
High definition -
as you walk my way.

And yes, it felt exactly that way the first night we kissed,
And it still feels that way until now.
**Or even so much more

You know you have been
Hit too hard
When you have not stopped crying
yourself to sleep
Ever since she decided to walk away

When you cannot finish a song
That reminds you
Of how perfect
And magical
and eternal
You both were
Until you were broken

You know you have not loved anyone else
As intense as how you love her
When she is the only girl
That you have consistently had as your last thought
Before sleeping late (you never liked sleeping late)
And you wake up
In the wee hours of the morning
After dreaming about her

But you know you have been hit too hard
and that you have loved no one else
as great as how you love her now
For you are willing
to endure everyday
and every night
this beautiful madness.