Dull As a Disease-Win

Dull As A Disease I am sitting in my Dorchester lair, Behind the door I do feel your mien, When my poetic muse is in apt flair You look real as life, my amore mia. When I am surfing on the internet, You are there in my click I envisage, When I initiate to scribe sonnet, I see you duly embossed on the page. Sighing, wry face, lips as dry as a leaf Your green blue deep eyes upraised fully, Neither the death kills me, nor does the life, Your very silence eats my soul and body. Dull as a disease, I die of a thought, Do not you fancy the same as I ought?. ============================ Date 21-10-13 Dr. Ram Mehta Third place win Contest: I Recall by Frank H.