A Lady's Visit To My Life
Your silence hurts.
It’s a thought that I don’t get,
Known only by you,
Lost through the labyrinth
Of your insanely beautiful hair.
It’s too late for words.
We told the wind everything
It had asked from us.
Behind petals you are hiding,
Your mystery’s the beginning of the world.
Not a kiss, not a word.
We are perfect strangers.
Artful gestures conceal your thoughts,
You’re smiling,
But your eyes betray you:
You are far, far away.
I will suffer again
In endless nights
And cold rains of fall
And devouring memories
Of you, my dear lady.
I can still see your face,
White butterflies are flying wild
Like then when I was a child.
Copyright © Catalin Stefan | Year Posted 2013
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