That’s the thing, darling.
I’m being quite frank
You have a tendency of making
My heart skip like stones across a bank.

You shrug my words off jokingly,
But listen to me, dear
Though you let it roll right by
My words aren’t insincere.

Day one, two, three,
Then one hundred may pass by
And who knows maybe each time
I may just shrug and sigh

My joking isn’t joking, really –
It’s merely masking fear;
That one day you might sense the frankness
And cease to let me near.

my darling, my love
my dear prince charming
how peaceful you look in your sleep
I come night after night
and dutifully stand at post,
protecting you in your deep slumber.

the soft little sighs that escape
as the plush clouds of sleep
float your little mind up
to a land far above the skies —
that’s enough for me,
enough compensation for my time.

I sit, stare, sigh
how delightful would it be
to have those beautiful eyes open,
and look straight into mine?
how heavenly would it be
to hear those soft, silken lips
murmur words of affection,
willingly, for me,
into my ears for the remainder of time?

but my prince, my sweetheart
you don’t know that I call you mine
you don’t know the restraint I place
to keep from getting out of line

I cannot let you know;
you would be startled and scared —
your peaceful visage would shatter,
your sleep will be filled with endless fear.
and this precious time I share with you,
I would have to say good-bye.

so long as you’re here,
sleeping safe and sound
so long as I can come say hello
to your peaceful, sleeping face,
as long as that lasts, my prince,
you will be mine.

No, I’m not going to tell you
How much I’ve fallen.
I’m not going to say
How little you had to try
To pry into my life,
The little fortress I reside in
How you just seeped in
In mere days’ time.

This is just infatuation,
No need to get flustered.
The words that are not meant for me
Shan’t make me stop and sigh.
No time to peer into a misty future
Molded by imagination’s crime.

No, I will not.
I won’t fall or tell you
How your voice lulls me to sleep at night,
The way it brings a soundtrack to my day.
You’ll never know how
In just six days’ time
You’ve tied me firmly to your side.

No, you won’t ever know.

you are…
the deep voice in my head,
drifting me to sleep.
the wind that flutters by,
caressing my cheek.
the streets I walk
and the sights I see
the peak of my strength,
my strong giving tree.

we gave and we took,
we broke and we grew.
intertwined then unlaced,
broken yet synchronized pace.
stitched then unraveled,
a sweater undone.
a work in progress, ruined,
the crawl of one who’d run.

I saw you in that split second
as you walked; you passed me by
and for that fraction
of that wonderful second,
a lifetime flashed in my eyes.

our eyes met —
your deep blue, my brown —
our hearts stopped
as time did too,
and your soul looked
straight into mine.

we saw a future,
a happy one:
the phone calls and dates
led to the rings
on white gloved fingers;
the years passed by
to the laughing children,
to their diplomas.
sons and daughters
left for lives of their own,
and you were left
as my only company.
lazy days were spent
chatting, reminiscing
to the days before —
before the hot flames
rose from hell and stole you
right from my grasp,
and left me all alone.

in that split fraction of a second,
we fell in love
and lived a lifetime
before our hearts resumed
as time did too,
and your soul looked
away from mine.

They say that
Black is not a color,
          it is the absence of.
Cold is not a foe of heat,
          it is the absence of.

Just like when I say
          Tu me manques —
          *You are absent from me.

I wonder if I knew you then,
I wonder how we met.
I wonder how we were torn apart —
How you exited my head.

I wonder if you knew me then,
I wonder how you saw me.
I wonder if you knew my gaze —
If you anxiously averted.

Did I gaze from afar?
Or no — did you?
Did we talk easy?
Or fantasize?
Did I make you out to be my groom
And you me, as your bride?

Were our childhood days
Filled with lives to come —
Were our existences
Exchanged?

I wonder if I know you now,
I wonder if we’ve met.
I wonder if we hate or love —
If our story’s written yet.

I wonder..
         If we
         know us.