The Afterglow

 

sun's rays peek in,

window blinds are drawn

outside, little birds sing

a sweet, melodious song

 

on the couch, sit still

or on the floor, tussle and turn

an empty room, "let's paint it red!"

like a love that burns

~my entry to Magpie Tales

photo from here c/o Tess Kincaid

P.S. Happy 15^th monthsary, C! I Love You!

 

Moonlight Densetsu

Dear You,
                                    the radiant, beautiful moon.
                                This is for you, my love, my ever
                          dearest, the lovely creature who wrote my
                       name on the moon. I swear in the large shining
                   coin on the vast blanket of darkness & the glistening
                  stars that I would always lay my eyes and my beating
                heart in my chest on the constellation painted on your lips,
                the soft petals of the flowers plastered on your spine and
                the puff of white clouds on your fingertips. Each speaks of
                the beauty no one can really see until they look at you —
                the real you. And I swear, cross my heart, hope to die, to
                  the most radiant moon where you wrote my name, that
                    I would always and that I would never take my eyes
                      and my heart away from your never ending beauty.
                         For looking at you is never tiring and I swear to
                            the moon that I will always love your beauty.
                                   I swore to love you always with all
                                          my heart and my soul,
                                                   my dear.

HAPPY 11th MONTHSARY, C!

~"Basta't kasama kita sa pangarap

Nadarama'y wala ngang katulad

Ligayang dulot nito sa aking puso

Sana ay di na magwakas"

Moonlight Densetsu (Tagalized)

Lyrics: Vehnee Saturno

Sung by: Angelika dela Cruz

10th

C:         Sumakit panga ko sa shogun burger.

P:         What’s a shogun burger?

C:         Yung sa Tokyo Tokyo.

P:         Oh ok..

C:         Gahahaha. I miss you. Im gonna have a haircut na. Sana bagay.

P:         I miss you too! :*

C:         Hihi. Korean style ulet pagagawa ko. Sana talaga keri ko.

P:         Sana.. *cross fingers*

I love you just the same. Whether maganda haircut mo or not. :*

C:         Hahaha. Kaya kita mahal eh. Kahit anong experiment ko sa itsura ko, keri lang.

P:         :*

(I’m not sure if C intentionally had a haircut for our monthsary.  But knowing, C, this could be one of those random things; like what he just texted. Simple things, but it puts a smile on my face. Kinilig ako syempre, noh?!!)

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Happy 10^th monthsary, C!

I love you!

Nueve

~The Beatles, I Wanna Hold Your Hand

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

I, honestly, admire how you attentively listen to whatever it is that I’m saying. I remember how during our conversations, you’d look at me, and be interested on hearing stories of how my day was. In turn, I would keep silent, so that I could hear how your day went.

Oh, please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
and please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
Now let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

Whenever we see each other, either of us would extend an open palm. An invitation to hold hands. A way of saying one misses the other. A way of showing that no matter what happens; I’ll take care of you and you’ll take care of me.

And when I touch you i feel happy, inside
It's such a feeling
That my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

You’d give my hand a squeeze, depending on how you feel. A clasp, neutral. A gentle squeeze, means you miss me. A hard squeeze, you’re annoyed or mad. At pag gigil ka about something or someone, you’d hammer my hand with your fist. Haha.

Yeah you, got that something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

 

Thank you, because in a society where kissing and other public displays of affection for people like us aren’t accepted; you’d proudly show how you love me; by holding my hand.

And when I touch you I feel happy, inside
It's such a feeling
That my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

 

I love you, C! Happy 9^th monthsary!

No Ordinary Love

  From the very first time that we kissed
I knew that I just couldn’t let you go at all
From this day on, remember this
That you’re the only one that I adore
Can we make this last forever
This can’t be a dream
Cause it feels so good to me
So good to me

~MYMP, No Ordinary Love

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Happy 8^th monthsary, C!

I love you!

Mirrored

You held me from the waist

My head, on your shoulder lies

My hands held your face

You looked me through the eyes

I see myself

A few hair strands turning white

Weary, puffy eyes

Yet wearing a smile that’s bright

Then I look at you

With a cute button nose,

Your porcelain skin,

And a youthful face that glows

We, both, looked in mirror

And saw a reflection of you and me

We look elated, in love

This is how it’s supposed be

~my entry to Magpie Tales

*photo by Duane Michals c/o Tess Kincaid

Seventh

I can never get mad at you, that’s one thing I found out.

We’ve been through highs and lows, but look at us...

We’re still here, together…

Thank you for being my only giant orb with the universe in it.

Thank you for giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling whenever I feel down.

And I’d be forever grateful to you for being my inspiration, for bringing out the best in me, for believing in me, and for loving me.

Happy 7^th monthsary, C!

I love you!