I toss her photograph <br />Out the bedroom window <br />To merely follow it down the street <br />To the place where the wind has blown it! <br /> <br />I’m a madman at dusk <br />Contemplating some haughty gesture <br />That she made <br />In contempt and disgust <br />While all the time <br />Maintaining her staggering allure! <br /> <br />A man could drown <br />In the dark beauty of her eyes. <br />A saint could turn thief <br />Or a scoundrel into a priest <br />Gazing with adoration <br />Upon the sandals on her feet! <br /> <br />Does she laugh at me? <br />There is no insult to receive. <br />Certain women occupy an exalted space within destiny <br />For which men can only accept with gratitude!<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-her-name-as-it-rains-in-my-heart/
