Valentine's Day Poem - Love is a Waste of Time

Love is a waste of time

if you pick up a flower,

caress it tenderly,

kiss its soft petals,

smell its odor and the morning dew,

examine it in the bright light,

only to throw it on the ground,

and trample it with your feet.

Love is a waste of time,

if you stare at her picture,

imagine bright lights,

soft pillows and cold nights,

and you utter her name,

but she does not know yours,

and you have not even met,

in the past nor in your dreams

Love is a waste of time,

if you ignore the one who loves

the smell of your cheap perfume,

the aura of presence,

and just the way you are.

But you look at somewhere else,

avoid meeting her eyes.

And you are proud of it!

Love is a waste of time

if it's not reciprocated,

because you want a return

more than what you gave.

And you count the costs and the hurts.

But you didn't do anything, did you?

Except watching the stars,

fall one by one every night.

Untitled Poem From A Hopeless Romantic

Here's an untitled poem written sometime in 1995.

We spoke in tongues
Yet I did not hear love
Mouthed in whatever words
Comprehensible to the heart.

Your reluctant smile did not mean at all
So our feelings never met,
And with your eyes staring at the floor,
You whispered “Can we still be friends?”

But I walked away,
Under the starry but moonless night
Whistling hollow tunes to the wind,
Shrugging aside the friendship we once had.

Remember Me

Remember me as the days go on
My friend, even if you're far away.
Just remember me though not all day
And I'll pray that you'll be okay.
But if time and destiny won't be kind,
It's better to leave my name behind,
And banish me away from your mind.


(originally written sometime in 1995)

Eighteen

You listen to the children
as they guess your age
much to your delight
you let out a smile
as they return the favor
and revel in the thought
that their beautiful Ate
takes notice of them.

You turn to me
And stare deeper
Into my eyes and ask,
‘How old am I?’
and waited for answer.
I say eighteen
for you must have youth
always by your side.

* This is a birthday poem for Emily who celebrated her __th birthday last September. This is actually a repost from my old blogsite.