I have seemingly missed your words of love, <br />Those words that were written in the sand <br />And erased by the first wave. <br />Do you remember, my love? <br />I have enclosed them hermetically <br />With that last kiss. <br />And, after that, <br />Another kiss <br />And another exotic beach <br />And another feeling, autumnal feeling, <br />Of another ostensible seemingly love <br />Fulfilled my nothingness... <br />Among corals and shells, <br />Dried by the winds of the sea, <br />I awake in following my lost steps, <br />Taken by the waves <br />And redirected to the great unknown in the sea, <br />That great eternal..... <br />I still love you, <br />I love you more, miss you more. <br />Yes, I still miss you <br />And I realize that all I can do now <br />Is to lodge near the moan of the sea sand, <br />Which feels like a silk slipped worn-out dress, <br />When I touch it. <br />And slantingly I elect the oblivion, <br />When <br />I want to kiss again and again <br />Your gray-haired temple, <br />But, in reverting, I receive only <br />The kiss of our child...<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-words-of-love/
