I already know you don't love me, <br />My Love. <br />But, <br />Your taste, <br />The petals of your lips <br />Pressed against mine, <br />Still lingers. <br />I remember how you crept <br />Up my side, <br />Most beauteous bloom. <br />Your smell still intoxicates, <br />Your barbed tendrils still hold my heart hostage. <br />I remember your touch, <br />Like a bed of roses. <br />I remember your words, <br />That cut like the thorns beneath. <br />I remember every sensation! <br />All too dear, <br />Impossible to let go. <br />The pain of fond memories. <br />Sweet tragedy. <br />Not a second would I trade away. <br />So though you may not love me, <br />Know this: <br />I do not need you to love me, <br />But just to let me love you.<br /><br />Iohannes Silvaticus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-remember-61/
