A touching poem of long-distance love—where daily calls, shared movies, and quiet moments defy distance to keep two hearts beating as one.
In the quiet of dawn, his voice is my awakening,
A daily serenade, across oceans, unwavering.
As the sun peeks in Manila, his day concludes,
His words, a bridge over miles—solitude eludes.
Through the speaker, I travel, a passenger unseen,
To gas stations, to Walmart, through his routine.
In every narrative, he carries me along,
In every pause, I hear our love’s strong song.
Gratitude fills me for the man heaven sent,
Who shortens the distance with each moment spent.
Nine thousand miles, yet close he feels—
In every call, the gap, his love seals.
Disagreements, fleeting like tropical rain,
Resolved before the half-hour could wane.
With hearts open, we navigate through,
Our bond, untroubled, forever true.
Tonight, The Man in the Iron Mask we’ll view,
A ritual shared, in cinematic hue.
Side by side, though screens apart,
This love—a masterpiece, a living art.
