When you departed,
You thought I would be devastated,
But it was a great night singing poetry
To empty flower vases that remembered the reflection
Of your beautiful face as well as I remembered it.
Oh, to see again your black Italian hair
Dream-like wavy caressing your neck
And your black blouse enfolding tightly
Your sweet pert breasts that spoke to me
In exotically elegant, secret languages!
Every time I ever saw you,
I was Empire State Building high and about to cry,
Your goddess-like eyes hypnotized me
Like a gypsy campfire consuming mystic spells.
Even when you’re gone, it’s with you I dwell.
I am devastated but devastated by your presence
That ever lingers in a room like expensive French perfume.
Uriah, The romance and pure passion you manage to fill a poem with is always so amazing! Another poem that expresses that soulful, beautiful man that we've all grown to admire. Sincerely, Mary
Uriah...This is awesome work...poesque to a ' T '...The images are embossingly profound, as the metaphors are astutely apropos...A masterful job, here.. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''F j R
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm getting a John Legend vibe from this one for some reason (that's a good thing of course) . at any rate, it is perfection as always, love you eni da kid