As if I were to cross the street
To be beside you, I am,
Without a second thought,
Writing for you, a poem, a leaf of it
From the branch of the tree
Of the dirt of the Earth
     This skyline loved.
You are as heaven
As the heaven I am believing-in.
     Believe me.
I shall wait no longer.
I would dare not live with regret
And sit by an old park bench
     Alone, saying,
You are the one whom should I eat
     This sandwich with.
So I love you.
     I say I love you.

          There.*

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Let me court you and bend my pride,
Venting foolish passions,
Vowing with my heart,
     Volleying pebbles to your window.

Do not forsake for my sake,
     Say, you are the fickle Moon
And I'm a grumpy Narra tree,
That I'm the dizzied Sun and you—
A pirouetting world, that we are
     Two islands of the Archipelago.

But never say, impulsively say,
That you are the shooting star,
     The Perseids, a meteor shower,
For it is then, love,
That I would have become
The melancholy,
     The Universe.*

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Infant formula...
The cries of the motherless
     Infant formula...*

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My heart pounds like the Leonids.
I fail to find the voice to console her.
I do not wish to be the reclining Moon,
Nor the twilight that reminds her of the little things.
She has the eyes of a heavenly body,
I love her blindly.
And as the slow lightyear of a tear
Shoots down to her lips, I wonder
How the stars really taste like.
And so we kiss,

     But it did not change the universe.*

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The rabbit took the lead again
And never
     Looked back...*

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