This is my sorrow

The women of your age I train my eyes on

Remind me of you through some resemblances

And some violent contrasts now and then.

Nose studs and ear drops I see in the shops

Catch my eyes and bring to my view your face.

I imagine the stud worn on your nose

And with that how your nose would tempt my lips.

I imagine the drops hung from your ears

And with that how your ears would prompt me.

When I am lonely you are in my thought;

I dream of passing my hand through your hair

And gazing into your eyes full of love.

To bring this about, I must conquer Fate

As I accuse myself of cowardice.

I have no courage, nor propriety

Even to let you know my feelings.

This is my sorrow that cripples my mind.

This is my agony underlining.

02.11.2008