I've been sick for that long. So here's a haiku I wrote that basically sums up the past two days of my life:

When migraine sets in
You can't do anything
But lie in the dark

Where do I start? Where do I even start? Right, the beginning is always a nice place to take off from. So, I've probably mentioned this more than I'd like to admit: I'm already in University. (At last!) I started last Monday, so, yes, I'm still halfway through my first week. The reason why I don't know where to start is because I'm so giddy at the fact that I'm here (there – technically – since 'here' is our house's family room). I'm trying to keep my cool and not jump up and down like a total twat. But, seriously, I like it here (there). If I even attempt to tell you everything about Uni, I'd run out of space, but just take my word for it: it's so cool.

This one I wrote for him:

Among the weak
The feeble excuses for men
You have proven yourself
Time and again

When that question is asked
With much passion in the eye
I cannot but stop my tears
I can only sigh

With so much love
My heart does overflow
Now parted by distance
But will, in the end, have you to show

As proof of patience
and of strength
of what we have
and the lengths

By which we go
To prove them wrong
That it was you and i,
Us all along.

I will love you forever
that much is true
I have made my choice
I have chosen you

This one, Raffy Legazpi wrote for me and Rick:

Oft has minstrel twanged his lute to hymns of youthful love,
A trove of sent'ments pure that could come only from above.                         
And who may say such earthly joy can absence truly kill                             
If t'was from the beginning real, sustained by earnest will?

Since days of yore didst errant knight his hunger seek to sate
With mem'ries of his lady-love so stamped upon his pate.
Laid beneath some hoary oak, remaining all the while                          
Until such dreams did take him to her lonely tow'r or isle.                                      

The Isle is far indeed and yet the maiden's song is heard
'Cross oceans, seas, mountains tall, ringing word for word.
This nightingale of voice possessed so sweet and melancholy
The direst knave could even make to turn against his folly.

And what of her brave knight, thou asks? Of this we might say more:
That he is one of great renown be it in the East, on Field, or Floor.
Among his Brethren he is placed amid such Masters Past
With myriad honors tenures served were marked and made to last.

She too, no less, is glory-decked with crown and jewel; fitted
Once with fur-lined cape and comely gown, 'tis witted.
And rightly was she to be honored the East's Inspiration,
The selfsame dais on which she sat, the head of her own Nation.

So at the root of this romance come we who know not much
'Cept what was sparked is now still hot, nay, burning to the touch;
As coals that are with patience stoked and frequently enough
To endure wind and time and even spray from Earthly trough.

Were it that with such love the world's peoples were possessed
Aught that could bind two true beings rashness shan't molest.
Thus do we learn that ever-present though our love may be,
Its ideal is of greater moment than now or you or me.

Just reposts of poems written for the Master Councilor and the Worthy Advisor. <3