My heart
has been yours
since were four.
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©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Favim
Valentine Bug Bite #4
kilig?
❤
Tag: Valentine Reads
First Poem
Between the
two of us,
I am
the writer,
you were
the reader.
–
And then,
came the surprise
with yesterday’s
sunrise.
–
An English poem
you’ve written.
–
For the first time
t’was my turn to listen.
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Imperfect grammar,
misspelled words,
well, I don’t care,
if subject agree with verbs.
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All I know,
is how much
I am loved.
–
And it’s me,
you only
love.
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©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Tumblr
Valentine Bug Bite #3
(Yes, the bug has bitten me, hard! :D)
With his permission, here is the FIRST-EVER English poem (he usually writes poems for me in Tagalog) my dearest has written for me. P.S. Forgive the errors. 😀
You are the reason why I keep on moving forward.
The reason why I keep on smiling.. Dreming..
Dreaming that someday you’ll be the very first person i’ll see in the morning..
The woman that chosen by God to be with me forever.
You give meaning to my life..
Giving me precious memories to cherish.. To hold on..
I may be not a perfect man for you..
But I make sure to love you the way that no other man could do.
You are the girl in my dream.. The woman that I prayed for..
The woman that I will share my life with.
The woman that someday will walk in the aisle..
Wearing the most beautiful smile, and a teary eye…
Ecchanging vows of a lifetime. 💕💕💕
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Early Valentines day poem to my one and only Rosemarie. 😍😍😍😍🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹💐💐💐💐💐💐
A Senryu for MJ
Conversations
Why can’t you write a poem for me?
I did twice, you’re able to see.
But you’ve written more sad poems that aren’t about me.
Oh that is true, I won’t beg to disagree.
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Why can’t you write a story about me?
I did twice, you’re able to see.
But those aren’t about the present me and you.
Oh, ’cause they’re about the future that I want with you.
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©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Tumblr
Valentine Bug Bite #1
(Yes, the bug has bitten me! :D)
This is a non-fiction conversation between me and my dearest. 🙂
Those are true questions from him. And yes, I have written only two poems: Dearest and One; and two fictions: Endings and Forever’s Ending.
I hope this will make him smile. ❤
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Ten Valentine Reads (with *kilig* excerpts)
“There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love…” ― Christopher Morley
Today is The Broke and the Bookish‘ Valentine’s-inspired Top Ten Tuesday! Funnily, though, I published my own Top 10 Novels to Read on Valentine’s last year (plus Top 10 movies!).
So… for a change… I will be sharing with you my ten recent reads perfect for the love season plus words from each book that made me grin and of course made me *kilig*! ❤
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FYI:
kilig (A Filipino word with no direct English translation).
1. noun. It is the sudden feeling of an inexplicable joy one gets when something romantic or idealistic occurs.
When kilig, one may experience the following:
*butterflies in one’s stomach
*heart melting
*shivers down one’s spine
*irrepressible noises from one’s mouth
*uncontrollable smiling
*an inner conflict between hope of something wished for and reality
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Here are the Ten Valentine Reads with some heartfelt excerpts! ❤
First Love
Before I fell
in love with words,
with setting skies
and singing birds-
it was you I fell
in love with first.
“Letters are just pieces of paper,” I said. “Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.”
“…Why would I want to watch other people kissing,” I say, “when I could be kissing you?”
“I miss you.”
“That’s stupid,” she said. “I saw you this morning.”
“It’s not the time,” Levi said, and she could hear that he was smiling.” It’s the distance.”
“That’s stupid,” she said. “I saw you this morning.”
“It’s not the time,” Levi said, and she could hear that he was smiling.” It’s the distance.”
“You have been in every way all that anyone could be.… If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.”
In the end, the only one you can ever really please is yourself. How others feel is up to them.
In my head I know I’ve been in love before, but it doesn’t feel like it. Being in love with you is better than the first time. It feels like the first time and the last time and the only time all at once.
The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations – all of them rearranging themselves so this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.
“You liked me.”
I smiled.
“You were smitten with me. You were speechless to behold my beauty. You had never met anyone so fascinating. You thought of me every waking minute. You dreamed about me. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t let such wonderfulness out of your sight. You had to follow me.”
I turned to Cinnamon. He licked my nose. “Don’t give yourself so much credit. It was your rat I was after.”
She laughed, and the desert sang.”
I smiled.
“You were smitten with me. You were speechless to behold my beauty. You had never met anyone so fascinating. You thought of me every waking minute. You dreamed about me. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t let such wonderfulness out of your sight. You had to follow me.”
I turned to Cinnamon. He licked my nose. “Don’t give yourself so much credit. It was your rat I was after.”
She laughed, and the desert sang.”
“He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.”
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Words and photo credit: Goodreads
What are you reading this love month?
Have your read some of these?
Let’s talk!
🙂
❤
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