when you bid me goodbye <br />there was no way to tell <br />in that precise moment <br />if you were more intellegent <br />or more beautiful <br />than anyone else existing on this earth <br />but I know, from your eyes <br />and the casual, sorrow filled <br />raised hand <br />that you are mine <br />and mine alone.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/departure-18/
