Sa Isang Sulok Ng SM Manila

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 will easily 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 texturecompels 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 understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

madalas akong tanungin ng mga bago kong kakilala kung bakit daw wala pa akong pamilya oh bakit wala pa akong nobya. at sa tuwing itatanong nila ito sa akin ay sisimulan kong i kuwento ang aming love story, kung pano kami nag ka kilala sa isang online game, at kung bakit kami dapat mag hiwalay.

at ang tanong nilang lahat...... bakit? wala akong ma isagot sa kanila kungdi ang katahimikan, kasabay nito ang pag tatanong din sa aking sarili bakit nga ba? then job gave me the answer in job 1:20