Love, Amiss - Poem by Kenneth Cabauatan
She dwells in my innermost
her imaginary smiles, her touch, her being, her love,
enliven my thoughts-
effervescent pearldrops, they water the pastures
of my parched mind
She doesn't like me:
but oh, how I adore her.
From the distance, I see her; through the binoculars of my soul.
She's the joy that brings life to those sorrounding her,
while i wallow in dearth.
Oh how I love her;
without her knowing so.
Flickers of hope warm this freezing cell.
Even though she may detest me,
it still doesn't matter.
Despite all these, in the deepest shadows,
will I continue to love her
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