Baluarte de San Diego, Intramuros Manila
What rights have I earned to say I love you?
What great depths have I fallen into, and sacrifices have I made?
What in the world made me believe I do?
It was not I who you shared glasses of wines with
To celebrate your victories;
Nor was I there in your moments of defeat
To let you know you are loved no matter what.
I never saw with my own eyes
How you cried yourself at night
And struggled your way to greatness.
I am nothing but one of the outsiders,
An irrelevant spectator enthralled by you.
How dare I pray to have you by my side?
What rights do I have to long for your touch?
How dare I be selfish and be focused on only what my heart desires?
Somehow I blame life for the witty trick it has played
For letting our paths cross only to have us part.
Had I been given time enough to exist in your world,
To share even just a little crumb of happiness with you,
Fall to so many depths for you,
To feel too many pains for you
I know I can do so much more
And beyond this imaginary love.