Poetry is a mistress of Love. Love is friends with Lost

Poetry is a mistress of Love. Love is friends with Lost

Litanya Merlinda Bobis

Huwag mo akong iiwan

Tulad ng pag-iwan ng anghel

Sa kanyang pakpak, nalimutan

Sa bus na gumarahe

Sa gabing walang buwan

Huwag mo akong iiwan

Tulad ng pag-iwan ng buwan

Sa kaniyang mata, nahulog

Sa sapang nananaginip

Ng dilim na walang pintuan

Huwag mo akong iiwan

Tulad ng pag-iwan ng dilim

Sa kanyang tainga, pinigtal

Ng hanging nananalangin

Sa kay agang namaalam

Huwag mo akong iiwan

Tulad ng pag-iwan ng hangin

Sa kaniyang dila, nangupas

Sa kakahiyaw na

‘Huwag mo akong iiwan’

Star-crossed Ronald Baytan
You are a waterfall,
and I a stream:
You will forever flow through me
but I shall never contain you,
And you will never wash me away.

 Every line of Poetry is an ode to Love. They have an affair like 2 people walking at the same path yet they can never be together because Illusion was always between them.

Every great man who has written great poems had encountered Love and had offered their words for Love. Though they have passed and had left this earth, their odes had been forever treasured by Love who was capricious and had wanted to hear her lover’s promises ad infinitum.

Love and Poetry cannot wed. For Love in itself exist in Forever, so does Poetry but only when he is alone. Being with Love will consume Poetry until he is vanished.

Love is friends to Lost.

Love fears Lost like a slave to his master. But Love needs Lost because Lost had freed Love from the ethereal realm and grounds him to this mortal world.

If you want to have Love, you must fear Lost as Love does but you must also respect Lost and be aware of his existence for you to capture Love otherwise Love will escape from you for your means alone cannot contain Love in this world.

The price of Love is befriending Lost.