The words have dried slowly
Leaving me so suddenly
It's all in the vision
Dying in the silken passion...
I refuse to be sharing
The soft tensions easing
They need not know
Where my soul alone must go...
Too long have I felt this
Long has it been for me to miss
And there, in the background,
I await for that little sound....
I would understand
Just why you may never again take my hand
But in my soul and on my body
Is imprinted the sweet memory...
I feel sadness engulfing my mind
Along with a pain so unkind
I know not why,
Yet I cannot deny
Both bliss and fear
Are within me my dear....
Laurence Ramos
March, 9th. 2013
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