Thursday, November 8, 2012

Untouched

The desire for you...unfulfilled
is part of the pain of my love.
The cruelest thing to suffer is
this separation from you...I
must endure...I have not changed
except that I have forgotten how
to smile...it's as if my heart
and world were buried deep in snow.
All happiness has flown from me...
even the river of my tears has
ceased to flow...there is no meaning
to life, without you...I asked for
love...and received not but sorrow,
a well undrunk...this quenchless
thirst...my love...has been left
...untouched.

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