Not so much in the bliss of your love dear
Let my blessing help me remember your smile.
I would dream through my meekness to want you back and say:
“I love you.”
I feel strong to stay away and to stop thinking of you.
Let me flee before I write a poem that is better than a lyrical song.
One way to suffer is not to be with you and mention your life.
My undreamt wistful moments are untamed in my thoughts.
Oh, give me a respectable meaning if I am not the one to love you.
You are not dumb of heart to show benevolence.
Or is your heart lacking the rare existence of love to be called dumb of heart?
You are so selfish to let me go without knowing my love.
Crying makes me unwell to forgive you.
All I can do is cry.
At what point can I care to milk the matter of hope from facing answers?
Let there be another day of bliss that can strongly give you love.
I will be happy when you are happy, my dear, my dear love.
Copyright© Shamela 31 / July / 2012.