Comments about Art Aquino
In The Middle
It strikes me when I see her smile,
I catered her well, for she was fragile.
Her heart I promised I will never break,
But it Is now or never, so the risk I will take.
Long before, we have made a promise,
"Either of us must not fall in love, or this friendship will vanish"
And so, the promise I tried to keep,
I think about it, every night before I sleep.
She makes me smile by her effortless actions.
When I am with her, I focus my attention.
She made me feel this way again,
For a long time, my feelings have been left unspoken.