One doesn't normally win
a woman's heart in a day.
Perhaps, a lifetime can be spent
thinking of her shoulders
or the color of her eyes
as if the time was merely a dream.
When last we met,
I asked her clearly,
'You understand how obsessed
I am with you? '
She gave me her acknowledgment
without protest or positive approval,
but it felt like success
to be beside her when there were times
I thought she was only a mirage
I'd never see again.
She still may vanish in the very next breeze
but I know we've both touched each other
and left an impression that past or future lovers
will never replicate or replace.
12: 56AM 1-12-2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Uniquely wonderfully said. U r a poetess right? So this is on behalf perhaps? Kudos for an awesome poem. Nice to read from your pen again,