by Luis G. Dato

Count her as lost, no sighs can bid her love
As you have loved and through the long nights pined,
No balm she holds for wounds she will not bind
For pity even, never she thinks of
Love’s treasures which your hope in her would prove,
The doting dreams you seek in her to find.
Love’s a mirage, illusion of the mind,
And her cold, cruel heart you cannot move.

Alas, she loves not, what to her the pain
That leaves its mark each day upon your heart,
And what the dreams that, like all dreams, are vain,
Since in her world she scorns to give you part?
Call her not love! Seek not her heart to gain,
Dawn comes, ’tis time from night’s dreams to depart.

Aubrey Asuncion

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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