When there is secret love <br />For an unobtainable woman, <br />The sky turns black <br />And even the daylight <br />Is the darkness of night <br />And everything once <br />Feathery and light <br />Becomes heavy <br />Like wet, suffocating sheets <br />Of unrelenting despair. <br /> <br />Don’t ask me where I disappear <br />When I drift into private depression, <br />Don’t ask me to describe meticulously <br />With enamored words <br />The object of my affections. <br /> <br />If I were to describe <br />The color of her eyes, <br />The length of her hair, <br />The curvature of her breasts, <br />The shape of her mouth, <br />I’m certain I would not survive <br />The completion of my words.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/completion-of-my-words/
