My great love!
By Jing Villamil
YOU are my great love. You are the source of my strength. You are the light of my life. Though, you cast most of what is dark in me; you make me fear for me, for you. You make me weak.
My love for you has no bounds. I will break lines, I will climb iced peaks, I will cross wild streams. I will find my way through and out a lost cause. Just to see you. Just to be home with you . . . at the end of the day. To one who dreads and fears so much, then and now . . . this is no mean feat.
As soon as I wake up, I sing out loud – that when I was a child, I must have done good things. For there you stand with your love, should you or should you not.
And when I sleep, I dream I sing out loud – that when I was a child, I must have done good things. For there you stand with your love, should you or should you not.
You bring me great joy. You are my smile, my laugh; you are the twin to my soul. The times I do not catch a glimpse of you, are times so sad to the max. For whom then are these smiles, these laughs? With no twin to my soul to smile back, to laugh back?
No kiss, no hug, no squeeze means as much as the look you send out to me. When our eyes meet, I light up straight from the depth of my heart. I burst out in rays. I beam full blast!
Though, oh grief, you thrive in the light of day. Or the light from bulbs. In the dark, you hide from me. You are not here nor there. I go mad. I shake, I fall, I louse up. I crack to crazed bits. There is no right to the left of me.
No, the dark is no friend of mine. It is my foe, my woe.
I can not help me. No one, not a thing, can help me. All times I find I need to reach out to you, for you. I sigh when, in one mind and one heart, you reach out to me, for me, too. Aw, shucks!
Each time I have to leave, I kiss you on your lips. You kiss me right back. Smack!
And each time we kiss, I taste the cold hard glass on your lips. I wipe the wet marks of my lips off the glass. It mars your face, right there where we kissed.
I wink. You, my love, wink back. You and I – we are one the same.
(WRITER’S NOTE: This is the monosyllabic (one word/one count) version of the writer’s This Greatest Love (A Study on Narcissism, or Self-love) published in 2010).
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