To The Girl That Lived In Me

This poem portrait I now paint this page This night is Not intended for the girl That sits unconcerned At the other end of the scene, But for that sweet young girl That once adored me, The one that would accept With wide-spread eyes My loving brush That would paint a portrait Move on her every limb Being offered to me... This love-sewn song I now share on my santoor This night is Not intended for the girl That sits unexcited At the other end of the stage, But for that craving crazy girl That once lived in me The one that would pick up With wide-opened lips My praising notes Pass on her every limb That would store a song Being sung to me... Dec 9th,2020