Treehouse

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I once fell in love with a girl
who fell in love with trees
she adored seeing the hills, the stock,
and the cottages from afar always like
the first time I saw her.

She was wearing a floral dress
one Saturday afternoon 
and she was there way up her favorite tree
the mango tree that matches the way she covers
her mouth when she laughs just like the sound of birds.

I asked her right there and then
“Why are you so in love with trees?”
“Can you teach me how to love them too?”

She offered me her hand as I climbed
my way nearer and nearer to the top 
and her hand was as soft as a robin’s feather
I tried not to blush because my cheeks might get tender.

“Look at the everythingness of everything!” 
She uttered in such a way that was both childlike and romantic 
to my heart 
and there we were sitting together 
at that branch where we talked about the wonder of trees, 
fresh air, and nature where we promised to love each other 
like that September sunset carving 
our names to the bark of that mango tree where we cherished.

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I want your 3 ams

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I want your 3 ams, your thoughts
your hopes and dreams of you and me.

I crave to listen to your favorite songs,
visit the coffee shops you’ve been to and sing along 
to the music of the clouds being gloomy together
on our way to the beach.

I lust for those legs of yours, your lips, tongue,
the way you excessively blink your eyes whenever
you’re worried about how you’d like to look beautiful
and darling you are and to worship your body is a miracle.

I long for the things that inspire you to keep looking up,
the gravity that grounds you here with me on this blue planet
and I desire this, the being with you till’ all my wanting ceases.

To the girl who I will marry

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In this blink of a lifetime
I’ve come a long way
Like waiting for the sunset
In Manila bay.

Your hand is my hand
My lips are solely for yours
I’ve made my heart soft
For a love that long endures.

Today, is the time
I become one with someone
Here and now, we are
Eternal — man and woman.

I promise you that
I will always be caring —
For you, my love will
Always be worth the suffering.

The seasons may pass
Summers, monsoons and the fall —
You are my every
Day, afternoon, and nightfall.

And each time I wake
This heart always beats your breath —
Sleep so tenderly
I will hold you till’ my death.

All eternity 
Awaits our life to unfold —
Darling, here’s to us
We are now forever gold.

Growing old with You

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And maybe in forty-something years, we’ll be living in a house across the sea.

 

You’ll be 62, and I’ll be 63.

 

I’ll be the one painting your fingernails because by then you’ll be having arthritis in your hands even if I’ll be having arthritis in my hands too.

 

We’ll be sitting in front of the ocean for a little while when all we can do is hold hands and how holding hands can still count as making love.

 

We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers our sad youth. We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers a regret, a mistake and none of it will really matter because by then we’d still have each other. We’ll be holding hands until the end of our golden days as we love each other so gently to teach our grandchildren how love is a kind of soft chaos that dances for all eternity.

 

We’ll be holding hands while soft dancing our way towards nothingness until it’s finally time for one of us to let go knowing how love was always meant to be.