the other day i saw my dear friend's mom from a distance. then this poem sparked to my head.
mother of my beloved
by: geronimo martinez
mother of my beloved, will you believe my next words?
do you find me trustworthy enough, and sincere as well?
indeed you have known me from my childhood until now
just as you raised and watched over my beloved.
mother of my dearest, please regard me with pity
i seek your understanding, and perhaps forgiveness
there is none i would dare assume would accept
what i tell you now, only you can heed
mother of my friend, please calm yourself now
do not fear my presumptuousness nor my seriousness
indeed it is i who should fear the most
for now i shall tell you, how I love your child so
mother of my lover, i beg your understanding
for only a mother's love can hope to comprehend
what my heart for so long has tried to show
that it shouts your son's name every day that i live
mother of my beloved, i implore you to anger not
i commit no injustice to your child nor to society
there is no perverse nor unclean intention to my will
i swear upon my life, it is the purest love i've given
why then, mother of my dearest, do i trouble you now?
why do i burden you with the truth i've tried to hide?
it is because of my fear that your son might sever ties
if he learns of my love, love that the world sees not
only your mother's love can see within me
that crying little boy who knew no true comaradary
to that lonely young man who's heart grew to love
that pure friendship your son willingly gave.
do you see now, mother of my friend?
this love for your child spurned new life for me
i've become a better man because of him
and that is why i can never love him enough
truly it is my greatest fear in life
that your son would shun me for my preference
that he would turn a cold shoulder to my pleas
that even our friendship would be left a memory
this is why i trouble you with my words, mother of my beloved
i cannot hope for him to understand what i feel
so i entrust to you this knowledge, that you may realize
how great my love is for your only son
had i not told you this, my secret will consume me
none has known of this, save for you
worry not, mother of my beloved, i will trouble you no further
tell him one day, that i loved him more than he could ever know.
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