When I came to the nursery and I learnt <br />That the fine flower has left for the field, <br />Then I thought...'you are not far away.' <br /> <br />I have something of yours: Your name, in my head; <br />Your face, in my eye, even so painted <br />Under lids; and your scent in my heart. <br /> <br />I have something of yours, that I will use to call you up in shades <br />To hear me in the confessal; something of yours coveted <br /> <br />-Letters and numerals weighed on gold scale.<br /><br />Igwe Kalu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/xx-coveted/
