'There will be no accolades for me <br />In this life of tranquility <br />And I will soon be forgotten <br />Like winds that we cannot see <br /> <br />As I stared in this space <br />I think on how my adoration to poetry <br />Turned into love <br />That I belonged to it absolutely <br />Sometimes... <br />The poems I rhymed is sketchy <br />And I always wait for you <br />To make it complete <br />That if I think in the middle of the night <br />On the softness of your skin <br />The delicate firmness of a kiss <br />It will roused me like sand dunes <br />And I'll find harmony <br />In the desert where my words exist <br /> <br />If the connection has ceased <br />And our time finally end in peace <br />Yet the remains of my poetry <br />Will be dedicated for you only.'<br /><br />Jesus James Llorico<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-soon-be-forgotten/
