Remembering the days that now are gone,
Has become my life dear, my flesh and bone.
I feel that solitude with you in my front,
With both my palms on your shoulders caught.
Your eyes fixed at me and mine at you,
And a little space between for some air passing through.
But now you look a bit different than before, dear,
With some faith still in me, and some undue fear.
We feel or look not shy, for we never did,
But reluctance wont let you close your eyelid.
And I stand there by you with great perspiration,
Till I find it wasn't true but imagination.
And that falsehood, for me, is so full of life,
That a glimpse of it in my dream is for what I strife.
You gave me a pleasant spell of a love that failed,
Though, for you now, is my life derailed.
I love you more as the more you keep aloof,
And see you now in the sky and under my roof.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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