I miss you, <br />I can say it now, <br />To the walls of this lonely room, <br />To myself, <br />As long as, i dont name you. <br /> <br />There are days when i can live, <br />As though we never were, <br />And then there are days <br />When I am, crippled by deja vu, <br />And i breathe the rosary of: <br />I miss you, <br />You called me, 'beautiful' <br />When i never knew, <br />The import of the praise; <br />You called me goddess, <br />When i fumbled with my form, <br />And knew not, what it meant. <br />You knew me, <br />Even when i struggled, <br />To discover, <br />My disillusioned self. <br />.... <br />And then, i lost you. <br />Only to discover thence, <br />That 'beautiful' was the most <br />Valued word in the lexicon <br />Of love. <br />And 'goddess' was the most coveted title <br />In its ethereal kingdom <br /> <br />I've lost you, and decorum demands <br />That i utter 'come hither' no more, <br />I've lost you and dignity dictates, <br />That i 'covet' you no more; <br />I've lost you and found, <br />That i can't whisper your name, <br />Even to give title to my <br />Unfinished fairy tales, <br />And so, shall you remain, <br />Forever, my secret: Amour.<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amour-2/
