Masisisi ba ang isang tao,
Na hitsura nalang ang pinipiling basehan?
Panlabas na anyo,
Nagpapabusog sa mga mata at mga laman.

Gandang nakikita lamang ng mga mata
Sa panahon ngayon, tanging iyan nalang ang mahalaga
Hindi na napapansin ang dapat talaga nating sinisinta
Maharil ang ganda ng loob sa ating panahon ay salat na.

Ganda ng mukha naman ay kukupas rin.
Ngunit ang ganda ng kalooban ay sa kamataya'y babaunin,

This whole thing is one big typo.

It’s supposed to tell you how much I love you.

But instead it’s just another boring poem.

How lame.

I love it when you type letters
with your fingertips
on my skin
backspacing my faults
and joining my freckles
letter by letter
until you’ve created a new word.
Sometimes,
you discover a new universe in the obscure abyss
and mark that with an asterisk.
In the morning,
you would press kisses
between the parenthesis of my smile
and bite ellipsis
on the crook of my neck
so that I would wake with your watermark.
I still remember that day
when you assured me
you are just a space bar away and
I am a story you will never finish writing.

"I promise,darling
that you will be filled with caesuras but no period.”