Wednesday, September 17, 2008

i remember

Every drop, every flower;
Every touch, every whisper;
Every moment, every hour;
Every breath, every thought
Seems to be embedded in my mind
From naught to the time
You walked out the door.
O! My poor heart wonders now
If the tears that moisten
These dreamy eyes
Are in the melancholy of your farewell
Or the reason of the outpour lies
In the joy of knowing you, loving you,
And still finding you near…

1 comment:

Umananda Kalita said...

ommmmm reminds me of the great shakespear's sonnet..."love's not time's fool though rosy lips and cheeks...can't be altered when alteration comes"...

Miss shakespear..liked it