This Is My Sorrow...

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