somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

kaligayahan mo'y akin pa ring dalangin,
kahit iyon man ay wala sa akin.
kung sakali'y ikaw ay luluha,
sana'y ikaw ay mapapatahan niya.

ang magandang ngiti
sa iyong mga labi ay sana'y mamalagi;
ang kintab sa iyong mga mata,
ay sana'y laging makikita;
pagsinta niyo'y sana'y pang habang buhay,
at higit pa sa kung anong kaya kong ibigay.

kung sakaling umibig ka sa iba,
sana'y ang tunay na ikaw ay sapat sa kanya;
hangad ko sa inyo'y magagandang bagay,
at sana'y bawat araw niyo ay makulay.

A part of me exhausts
As you withdraw into yourself

Pulling the thick tar of hurt
Out from my chest
And into these words

Molding it into
Meaning.