As I stare at you, quiet and absorbed,
On this quiet and absorbing night.
While I question the universe, I thank God.
What good did I do to deserve your love?
What good did I do to deserve you, my love?
My eyes never fail to appreciate every part of you.
No matter how tiny, regardless how trivial.
They struggle to capture that precise angle of your chin,
that intense asymmetrical shape of your eyes,
that imposing proud peak of your nose,
that seductively clever corners of your lips.
My memory will never forgive my eyes
Should they let your portrait fades.
Such is this rare coincidence that happened to us,
As if our hearts were bound to beat together, so close to one another.
I find it in my generous times to wish upon others to find this same rare chance,
For those good people who had gone through so much pain and are deserving to be loved.
And when the inevitable moment of parting comes,
How splitting is the feeling to be separated from you.
Being with you and not being with you is the way I take note of my time.
I impatiently count the days until my arms are with yours again.
For what ugliness does the night holds when I’m not with you.
I look at the night merely as a shadow covering the sun.
A thick black blanket that prevents me from being with you.
And what desolation does the sun brings upon me when I'm not with you.
I see the day merely as a ray delaying us from the darkness of the night,
A pale prevalent brightness that keeps me from you.
These are my days and nights when I am missing you.