Poem 104, Sonnet 50: On an Intimate’s Departure <br /> <br />There is a certain glamour in those eyes <br />A curious blend of grief and gaiety <br />That nourishes my heart with buoyancy <br />Exalts my spirit unto blissful highs… <br />There is enchantment - though I don the guise <br />Of wit – believe not my serenity <br />The truth, my friend, is that your amity <br />Is habit, and I cannot neutralize <br />This delicate addiction which is you. <br />There’s charm, and when you’re not around I seem <br />To nurture deprivation in my heart, <br />A sense of loss that no one can subdue <br />Save your sweet presence… Friend who will redeem <br />My grave bereavement when you shall depart? <br /> <br /> <br />Adelaide <br />March 21st 1994<br /><br />Samer Madbak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-104-sonnet-50-on-an-intimate-s-departure/
