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I Love You

Marietta Geraldino

I Love You

by Marites Avisado-Responte

I love you…

Beloved, how will I say this

If this confession 
will lead me to question

The lost intentions 
are upon my back,

regret I could not depart.

I love you…

even when the blue sky is inviting storms

The raging rain has the sweetest drop

upon my barest norms.

Its touch has the toughest delight

beyond I could hold tight

When nothing is left, I know

but the curse, I must endure.

In my sensibilities,

Your love has drowned me

to forget the songs of sadness

Like the restored rhythm of steps

guiding my lost, forgotten liberties

Where I must stay still, renewed

by my defeated hostilities.

Beloved, I love you…

Even if it means I am the shadow of your rays

or the echoes of your voice

This I won’t trade

for any treasure I adore

Even if it means, I have no name

to be remembered.

“For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point.” ~mtg

I LOVE YOU…

 

I Love You

Marietta Geraldino

by Marites Avisado-Responte

Photo:'Manhattan Sunset' by theinflectionpoint.net

I Love You

I love you…

Beloved, how will I say this

If this confession 
will lead me to question

The lost intentions 
are upon my back,

regret I could not depart.

I love you…

even when the blue sky is inviting storms

The raging rain has the sweetest drop

upon my barest norms.

Its touch has a toughest delight

beyond I could hold tight

When nothing is left, I know

but the curse, I must endure.

In my sensibilities,

Your love has drowned me

to forget the songs of sadness

Like restored rhythm of steps

guiding my lost, forgotten liberties

Where I must stay still, renewed

by my defeated hostilities.

Beloved, I love you…

Even if it means I am the shadow of your rays

or the echoes of your voice

This I won’t trade

for any treasure I adore

Even if it means, I have no name

to be remembered.

“For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point.” ~mtg

When he left me

Marietta Geraldino

Brooklyn Bridge by Genesis T. Geraldino

‘Brooklyn Bridge’ by Genesis T. Geraldino

By Marietta T. Geraldino

I knew by the icy chill in my heart that I did love him.

I trembled.

“Will I be able to tell him that?” I began to doubt my courage.

“I need to see him. I need to know why he’s leaving without saying goodbye.” I convinced myself.

My friend kept his eyes focused on the busy streets, while skillfully driving the jeep through the narrow route towards the pier.

He pretended not to notice my tears. He let me whimper in silence.

I could see the inter-island ship slowly pulling away from the dock.

“Please, drive faster!” I pleaded.

But we were too late.

“Poootttttttttttt!” The ship sounded the last long horn blast.

I sobbed.

“Habebe!” I carelessly whispered to the winds.

I was naïvely hoping that the evening breeze would carry the endearment to his cabin….

Should parting taste like a betrayal? I thought he cared enough to say goodbye.

That was the last time I spoke of his name.

Because when he left me, my heart opted to lock his memories so deep within.

I prefer, where truth is important,to write fiction.~ Virginia Woolf

Photo by Bernadette Joyce Geraldino Geotina