How much I wished for you to come <br />and a million times, I though I saw your face <br />returning to me, coming home <br />as if you were walking through the market place <br />and girls other women were passing by <br />through the almost empty silent town <br />and I was catching every eye <br />day after day until the sun goes down <br />but my gentle rose had gone away, <br />and some flowers withers quickly, <br />some loves cannot stay <br />and sometimes love ends prickly: <br />a person within the mind’s echoes fade <br />disappears away, into an eternal shade.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-much-i-wanted-you-to-come/
