I just remembered this poem, and thought I simply had to post it. I had already posted in on the old blog, but it was so long ago, 2007. It’s one of my best, if not the very best. I still remember writing it, it was the only one who was actually drafted before being written, the words carefully chosen to make it perfect. Maybe I should take that much time on the others as well…

“The night that the stars would hide,
and upon this veil, the moon will abide;
this time will make it’s way,
as your paths become a crossway,
his eyes, will you remember
as dark as the devil’s anger.”

Those very words of the prophetess,
presented for me such absurdness.
Yet this fateful night declared itself,
sooner than I could prepare myself,
Some night blessed by Him,
For even He has waited for this glim.

As dark as she said,
his eyes were just as she aforesaid.
This night, when passion was the drug,
and us lying in that snug.
Was this the symbol of some love?
or lust it was, as said by the angels above?

A turmoil you brought to this heart,
some tears fell as you depart.
But just see my misfortune now,
a blurry face is all my memory can allow.
For him as a lover,
is all I can remember.

His touch, his feel, his scent,
never have they been so distant.
Some cruel fate some may say,
But all doubtful eyes I cast away.
Destined to never ever know you
Though you’ve taken away my virtue.

Or perhaps may I be blessed by thee,
through this life growing in me.

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