by Luis G. Dato
O anguish so much of missing you,
Sweet torment not to hold you, dear,
O anguish of now not kissing you,
Nostalgia for your loved voice to hear.
I shall forget, my dear, never,
Our nights by the sea’ll never part,
Now all my illusions fade forever
And anguish fills my lonely heart.
–Baao, Camarines Sur
November 29 , 1964
