“Time stood still as I stared upon blank pages of my poetry book thinking of ways to write you into perfect metaphors that tells my love in an amplified voice as if I was shouting
on top of a mountain;
I realized that metaphors were not of use because such beauty existed harmoniously within you and I could not wave my pen to dance in the white canvas because I am lost for words when it comes to you.
So yes, I am speechless and stunned by the way you are and I can only speak from my heart because every time it beats I can hear it say your name.
I have decided that if I should write, I would simply scribble your name for in it I have found art and perhaps the greatest poem I have ever read.”
— Your name is one that will stay with me
First, I want to know God. It is only then that I will learn why the ocean moves like it does and why the earth is abundant in color; why the birds sing and why our bodies are just chrysalis for our soul. I must know God because it all belongs to Him; every grain of sand and every drop of rain, creation cries out His name. I must know God because He knows me better than I will ever know myself and knowing Him is the purest way of discovering self, because I belong to Him.
Her eyes are of ocean and sky; I can see galaxies in her blink, she can turn off the moon and give rise to the sun; when the stars are playful she dances to their symphony as if she mothers them like children. The look she gives me has me mesmerized as I see the distant heaven that I can almost hold, as if she freely hands it to me by way of her kiss. I dare not blink for I feel I would miss a day; I see it in her eyes, the love she has for me and I look back awestruck by her light as if heaven is welcoming me as I feel the cool by way of her breath and hear choruses by the way she says “love”.
I think about every detail of you
Every morning as it greets
I see you with your smile
That can make flowers dance around
Butterflies flutter in my stomach
Just by watching your lips
And your laugh
Oh your laugh is contagious
I can’t help but make a fool of myself
Just to hear you giggle every time
Your hands are soft to the touch
It makes for a good pillow
And I find rest when I’m with you
Your hair is a work of art
That only you can create
And don’t get me started with your eyes
The look of piercing love
Not enough words can describe it
But if I had to say it
I find it irresistible
I can write endlessly
But for now this will do
Tomorrow’s a new day
And I’m sure I’ll find more things
I can write about you
Untitled poem I wrote for a girl I’m smitten with (J.W.) // Pablo Verzosa
In our wreckage, He pieces us back together for His grand purpose. We may break over and over again; even worse than previous experiences but He continues to be faithful. Every time He does this we become better than our former selves.