Saglit lang ang ligawang nangyari.
Wala ngang isang buwan nang puso ko ay nadali.
Magkagayunpaman, nakaramdam ako ng sigla kahit na sandali,
Pintig nitong aking puso ay hindi kailanman nagkamali.

Dama ko ang bawat silakbo at mga pighating iyong hinabi,
Nang magkuwento ka kahit pa umabot tayo ng hatinggabi.
Tuwang tuwa ako dahil tiyan ko ay napuno yata ng tutubi,
Para kang mahalimuyak na nektar na sa akin ay kumikiliti.

Pagmamahal ko sa iyo ay tumindi nang tumindi,
Para kang apoy na kapag sinindihan ay lumalaki,
Kagandahan at talino mo ay labis kong ipinagmamalaki,
Katulad mo para sa akin ay karespe-respeto, aking Binibini.

Mahigit isang taon din akong iyong napapangiti,
Pero bakit ngayon ang puso ko ay nagdadalamhati?
Wala bang saysay ang lahat ng aking mga sinabi,
Na higit kailanman ay minahal kita kahit may gatas ka pa sa labi.

Kahit labis akong nagdamdam at nasaktan ay nagagawa ko pa ring ngumiti.
Kahit hindi mo na ako pinapansin, pilit pa rin kitang iniintindi.
Kahit ang layo ng agwat natin sa isa't isa, ikaw pa rin ang aking pinili.
Kahit ramdam kong ang pagmamahal mo sa akin ay umiiksi, tiniis ko ang pighati.

Kaya, ako na ang magtatapos sa pag-ibig nating hindi na puputi.
Ibabaon ko na lamang sa limot ang lahat ng alaalang namutawi,
Kahit madurog pa ang puso at isipan ko sa kakahikbi,
Hindi na maibabalik pa ang tamis ng kahapong tayong dalawa ang humabi.

Hello,
my name is Paper.
How are you?
Good, I'd like to tell you a little something.

I am in love with a pen.
Her name is Bic.
She draws on me with silky smooth ink.
She never scratches on me,
and sometimes furnishes me with a big tick.

Her lid is blue like her ink,
as blue as an indigo felt tip.
She has a metallic ball point,
which glides smoothly over me.
Quills who? They have to dip.

You know,
the author of this poem is using Bic right now.
I wish it didn't have to end,
oh no, the dreaded.

I have travelled from the lands
Of an unknown master that used to be you.
To a distant destiny, a residue
Of silent tears I shed past midnight
For the absence of you.
My throat clogged with screams.
My lips apart for expected moans
And eyes tight shut!
Crying over the absence of you.
The Absence of you
In a world so empty of light
And full of must-dos
Spinning in my head
Lies an imperfect dream
Of holding your hand
In the morning dew.
Tina RSH ©
14.04. 17

Behind the veil of truth, there is love
The charcoal sketch of your beautiful face
That no artist could ever paint, but God himself
The warmth of your hands, that no fire can produce,
Makes my heart melt right through my chest
Where my love for you sleeps like a baby
I would savour the taste of your lips
Just the way champagne tickles my tongue
And tea burns my throat on a freezing day
I pray for the sun to never rise, after you are gone
I pray for this earth not to exist
When you step into the heavens above,
I pray for my bones to be broken,
When your touch is no longer there to give them strength,
A simple tender touch, that keeps my bones in their place.
And you, pulled into my embrace,
Where the universe continues to live, while it has died everywhere else.
Your smooth skin under my gentle caress,
Feels like raindrops falling onto the ground
Death may come and take away the flesh,
Life, however, winds on between your soul and mine!
For life never stops between two lovers.

I've never known it will be so hard
To live and laugh
Kicking you out of my yard

I've never known it will be so hard
Waking up and not cry
Breathe and go toward

I've never known it will be so hard
Ride a bike without crash
Loosing my lifeguard

I've never known it will be so hard
Not to think and fight
For my own trading card