If I still think of her today
Why didn't I tell her long ago?
I could have saved all wondering
For I'd have peace if I did know.
If I had learned of metaphors
Before I wondered 'bout the stars
Would I have written verses then
And worshiped Venus instead of Mars?
If I had found my tongue could rhyme
Would I have shown a face sans mask,
A heart unsure? But woe is me--
I'll never know, I didn't ask.
This is a magnificent poem written by a Filipino Artist H.O. Santos. I think this is wonderful, and at the same time sad. Is this for real? Was he really regretting that he wasn't able to say the right words for the woman he loves? I think he is romantic, and the woman must have been so lucky if ever she knew about this.
Why did he not tell her? I can't sleep thinking of what could have been the probable reasons on why he became a martyr of love.