Pwede makilig, one time lang?
I will be posting or blogging about love for each day of February. I don’t know why, but I just feel giddy, happy, and full of love every day since the first day of the month.
Today, I will share with you my favorite poem written by Angela Manalang-Gloria. Actually, I’m not sure if I already blogged about here in the past. I’m sharing, anyway.
To the Man I Married
You are my earth and all the earth implies:
The gravity that ballasts me in space,
The air I breathe, the land that stills my cries
For food and shelter against devouring days.
You are the earth whose orbit marks my way
And sets my north and south, my east and west,
You are the final, elemented clay
The driven heart must turn to for its rest.
If in your arms that hold me now so near
I lift my keening thoughts to Helicon
As trees long rooted to the earth uprear
Their quickening leaves and flowers to the sun,
You who are earth, O never doubt that I
Need you no less because I need the sky!
I can not love you with a love
That outcompares the boundless sea,
For that were false, as no such love
And no such ocean can ever be.
But I can love you with a love
As finite as the wave that dies
And dying holds from crest to crest
The blue of everlasting skies.
I yearn to feel the same love that Angela felt for her husband. It is enormous, but still bounded. Because for me, it’s better to be the one who loves more, even if it’s unrequited and even if not much is given in return.
Happy February 3rd. 🙂