Love was taught to see,
to seize, to live.
Love was trained to try,
to wait, to hope.
Love was practiced to endure,
to repel, to suffer.
And love was all about me
and him
for just about a second of my life.
BINABASA MO ANG
to the man i once loved: a poetry
Poetryto the man i once loved with all my heart, dare to hear my sentiments.
