My beloved I have much to say, <br />Oh my! where should I start? <br /> <br />Before you came... <br />the corner stores were waiting to live, <br />and yesterday was window shopping for today, <br />most afternoons were cold and pitiless, <br />and summer evening had lost its painter. <br /> <br />Oh my beloved...before you came <br />Fall came in April in a deafening silence, <br />and Spring refused to play with the tulips, <br />winter? winter, was abrasive and brutal, <br />and roads, Oh! Roads-had no meeting place and no detour signs, <br />and mountains had left our neighborhoods. <br /> <br />Oh my beloved...before you came <br />Birds had cut off their wings and had stopped chirping <br />there were no plays on the side walks, <br />no languages, no theaters <br />radio played no music and televisions had no images, <br />and the library! Oh my beloved... <br />the library shelves were empty of love stories. <br /> <br />Oh my beloved...before you came <br />yes, before you came...my pen resist to write poetry. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Emu Getachew, December 6,2009. <br />Dedicated to those of us who waited for love at the bus stop!<br /><br />Emu Getachew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-you-came-4/
