The enemy
of my dearest wish,
has fled.
I,
who is not gifted with that sight
can see it clearly now.
The fog has gone.
Why?
I do not know
and frankly I don't give a damned.
Everything around our picture,
clear and vivid.
I love the sight of it.
The sweet, musky scent of it.
The very thought
makes my heart surge.
I wait
for a final reassurance,
but I don't need one.
Deep down,
we both see it.
We sense it.
But we're too scared
to voice it.
Now,
what do you say?
Oct.-21-09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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