The women of your age I train my eyes on <br />Remind me of you through some resemblances <br />And some violent contrasts now and then. <br />Nose studs and ear drops I see in the shops <br />Catch my eyes and bring to my view your face. <br />I imagine the stud worn on your nose <br />And with that how your nose would tempt my lips. <br />I imagine the drops hung from your ears <br />And with that how your ears would prompt me. <br />When I am lonely you are in my thought; <br />I dream of passing my hand through your hair <br />And gazing into your eyes full of love. <br />To bring this about, I must conquer Fate <br />As I accuse myself of cowardice. <br />I have no courage nor propriety <br />Even to let you know my feelings. <br />This is my sorrow that cripples my mind. <br />This is my agony underlining. <br />02.11.2008<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-my-sorrow-2/
