Mahal?

Minahal mo,

Hindi ka naman mahal.

Minahal mo,

Niloko ka lang.

Minahal mo,

Balewala lang sa kanya.

 

Minahal ka,

Hindi mo naman mahal.

Minahal ka,

Naging manhid ka naman.

Minahal ka,

Pinagmukha mong tanga.

 

Mahal ang bawat isa,

Ayaw sumugal sa pag-ibig.

Mahal ang bawat isa,

Ngunit sa maling panahon o pagkakataon.

Mahal ang bawat isa,

Takot nga lang magmahal.

(July 12, 2015 9:31 PM)
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What do I need to do

For me to get over you?

How much will it take

To give my heart a break?

(written During the 2011 Bar Review)
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LOVE’s PARADOX!

Love does exist. Such love is not entertained.
Feelings are recognized. Such feelings are not being contemplated upon.
Expectations were not acknowledged. But hope still do persists.
Words are left unspoken.
Emotions are left disengaged.
Silence overshadows one’s heart no matter how overwhelming the feelings may be.
The past was left undisclosed.
The present is not being entertained.
Such future threatens not to exist.
Hence, I am scared. I am scared to lose – BIG TIME!
I am not expecting though. I am not expecting for anything to happen for that matter.
Maybe I am just hoping SO MUCH!
Too much hope, which is more than what my heart can actually endure.
Thus, forsaken love even before its own making.
It’s quite hard.
It is hard to ponder on things that were left unsaid and unrecognized to start with.
HUSH of the heart but still felt from within, yet, with neither tangible nor concrete assertions.
It is covered with doubts and uncertainties.
However, I can never excuse my own self-denials. That’s deceit and it wouldn’t be right.
I just really find it hard to believe – to make it REAL.
Therefore, ambiguity still remains.
How can I move on when there’s nothing to hold back to?
How do stories end without beginnings?
IT’S LOVE’S GREATEST PARADOX!

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My heart knows our love

My heart knows no distance,

‘coz our love treasures every chance.

My heart knows no time,

‘coz our love ceases a lifetime.

My heart knows no pain,

‘coz our love sees in its gain.

My heart knows no sorrow,

‘coz our love hopes for a brighter tomorrow.

My heart only knows,

What our love truly shows.

(August 25, 2013)
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Worth the wait..

In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing, the question: “What kind of man are you looking for?”

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking, “Do you really want to know?”

Reluctantly, he said “Yes.”

She began to expound…

“As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can’t do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man… or woman for that matter.”

I am in the position to ask, “What can you bring to the table?”

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, “I am not referring to money. I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life.”

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.

She said “I am looking for someone who is striving for excellence mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don’t need a simple-minded man.”

“I am looking for someone who is striving for excellence spiritually because I don’t need to be unequally yoked… believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.”

“I need a man who is striving for excellence financially because I don’t need a financial burden.”

“I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn’t taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive… he just has to be worthy.”

“God made woman to be a help mate for man. I can’t help a man if he can’t help himself.”

When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, “You are asking a lot.”

She replied, “I’m worth a lot.”

*re-post from Tina’s blog, which was a re-post from Maryola’s

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