L ‘homme qui J ‘aime
By: Jeques B. Jamora
What if the poet in me dies,
What if my heart’s verses lose their rhymes?
What if my passion is gone,
And there’s nothing left undone?
What if my brush strokes cease to form my thoughts?
What if my paintings fail
Their colors fade
To worthless images?
“L ‘homme qui J ‘aime” oil on canvas, 24×30 by : Jeques B. Jamora, 2009
“What if’s,” too many to hold on
Perhaps, I should just carry on.
What if you’ve got enough of me,
And get bored of me?
What if you shut me up, and oh God,
You would stop, just like that!
What if everything’s done,
You and me forever gone?
Let it be written then among the stars in heavens,
Painted in the infinite skies,
And here on earth engrave them on the marble
Of my tombstone:
Once, there was love here ~
Though ’tis human for a man.
I may sound narcissistic, but learning to love myself helped me define the amount of love I am capable of giving, and helped me define the kind of love I am capable of taking.
Our greatest fears in loving, and giving and taking come from our human mistake of fearing to love one’s self. We go out of our self, we go places, find and wanting things, obsessing people, chasing love, forgetting the true source of what we are looking to be just here all along,
Inside our hearts.
It is everyone’s wish to find that one person that would complete our story. Mine, too.
I wish you well.