by Luis G. Dato

I cannot deem it that the word has been
Uttered between us that our way must part,
And that the sun declining to its green
Shore in the west divides us in the heart.
We were together when the morning rose,
Such strange sweet things together had we dreamed,
Tell me that all I find has only seemed,
That ’tis with dew, not tears the flower glows.

Swift as life is, for it the rose is blown,
And losing love, life dies before its dawn,
Dream as life is ’tis love that gives its truth;
So, O my love, when in our heart is youth,
‘Tis you in all my life alone that may
Breath-like a soul through my inanimate clay.

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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