Saturday, December 16, 2006

Her Italia

I stand on her grounds at nights she would not imagine.
Capturing each scene …
And reminiscing every moment…
I have treasured from within.
In days when I am lucky to live within her memory,
I failingly gaze directly through the mirror of her soul -
The windows of her innocence
Which consistently reflects the pangs of my frustration.
As each moment withers and so does my spry remarks.
Leaving me foolishly wordless…
Dreamily beaming before her.
I dare not reach out…
Nor touch her hand and feel her skin.
I dare not try to make a reality out of this trance…
For fear of dying without bliss.
But dare to correct me if you can…
For my nirvana may lie upon her bounds.
I could not write a worthy poem tonight.
Oh what I would not give…
For these words to reach her…
And touch her already reserved heart.
I could not hope for anything more than this
But for my words to reach the depths of her mind…
To feel what I feel,
To uncover the sentiments hidden beneath my fears.
And to nourish a hope, I have long been planning to kill.-11:33pm dec.3



*I hope not to be crushing on anyone for the next decade. Not Italia nor the Promdi. It'll make my life a little less colorful. It'll make me live in silence. Yes, silence... it's what I need.
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