There are a lot of moments
The thought owns me
His image, his voice
My greatest obsession
My greatest failure
Why does it still hurt?
After all this time?
Despite all this distance?
Why can't I be content
With others are are closer
Others who try harder
Why can't I stop comparing?
A night spent with you
To month's spent with others
A night so complete in perfection
That I know there will never be another.
It hurts that you have this hold over me.
But it is not your fault
It is I who simply cannot forget.
I who refuses to forget
Because you taught me
The magnitude of my heart,
You made me aware
That I am a beautiful human
Who deserves to be loved passionately
And that in my flaws lies my perfection
You made me realise
That to love means to accept my imperfections
I found myself through you
merci beaucoup
NH
Sounds like you have learned some very truthful and valuable lessons from reading your own poem. Your poet's notes prove this to be the case. A beautiful and heartfelt poem written from the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are right we need not to forget forgetting is sin nice poem