I have the Father who stood by me
who accepted me as I am… and
A father who left me wounded
whom I will join in spirit
when my sun shall dawn on me…

I met an altar boy whom I adored so much
enough for me to be in utter stupor during first Friday masses
but when he finally got to know I liked him
I turned my back & ran away…
afraid to even look at him straight in the eye,
the next thing I know, he had found love
not for me but for a friend (Ouch!).

Then I came across a tall, dark & handsome dancer
and a basketball star player
but that’s just it…
he’s got a head that needs to be bludgeoned
with a bang of details so he could understand simpletons.
When did I realize that?
It took me almost three years. Nice eh?

After him was someone who care for some lung poison
a joker who played magic in my heart
not sure if there was really us
or if he ever really loved me at all
but the surest thing is…
when he left, I felt a stirring pain
like fork grating across a blackboard;

Sooner was my worst nightmare
I may have loved him… or so I thought
he was inflated, yet hollow,
empty… void of gentlemanliness
but won’t waste my precious energy with him.
That was then. Now my heart bleeds
as I see him fight against death.

And thank goodness for this man I married
he just came on time
rescued me from a feigned relationship
became my lover and my bestfriend,
my parenting partner and home of my soul,
my potpourri, calming my senses
yet driving my spirit to soar high.