I Yearned For... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Her kisses I yearned for;

More than air, more than life itself,

She whom like a miracle I found;

Like a hidden daisy amidst the fields,

She caught my eye; a diamond in the rough;

I polished and shined until she shone,

Radiant and bright blinding me;

I cherished her every laugh; every smile,

I was there through every tear and cry;

More precious than she none I knew,

My heart grew so fond of her;

Never did I imagine such feelings,

Her every pain tore at my soul;

Her every joy lifted my spirits,

I pitied those that lost her;

And envied those that had their moment,

Selfish was I when I accompanied her;

Many would I have killed for her,

But my love knew not hate;

And all I could do was stand by her,

Waiting for her to beckon;

Setting myself on fire; while I bled for her,

But she was just my most vivid dream;

One that I could not wake from,

The sweetest nightmare I ached from;

Loving her had stolen my breath,

I lived what I could never have;

For she now has been taken,

Far from me; I must set her free;

Useless I rest; life meaningless once more...

(08/05/2007)