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By prezioso Date: 2004 Mar 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.23.03.01.32486]] |
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You It is difficult to love something that is absent. Although my heart grows fonder of you, your silence fills whatever room I wander. What happened to our fairytale? I never got the chance to apologize for calling. I thought we could talk plainly. As always I am a fool to be believe that even in plain verse I wouldn't express the depth of my love, my longing, my despair. I know you feel my words. They echo across the land, over the mountains, passed the your Husband's will to reach you. I stay my course in life with my head held as high as possible. But my compass still points toward you. The pain is there. As always. I choose to burden my days with it. I owe it to you and to love to be despaired. I don't mind. My reserve, my resolve, my reflection honors your memory. I picture you beside me. In the perfect season, on a perfect day, clasping your hand. Did we not steal time? Rob it to make love. You and no other, it still is so. Love needs no confession. Just a simple acknowledgment. I am trying again as ambition slowly returns. I still strive to prove myself to you. I know I will see you again. And at that moment, I want you to see a proud man, in a certain light, with a dominant heart. Me |