by tacio tamayo
Almost four years have already been gone
When
the last time I see you in the hall
Ornate
with garnishing beauty in wall
Such
all are bewitched by your goddess done.
In
doorway I keep my stalking eyes
To
see you always I become like ice
Haunted
by your incarcerating wit
To
die instant when you see me a bit.
In
the room I can perceive your presence
Nearby
to your side is my greatest aim
Smell
of your lovely fragrance emblem
Turning
my listless day into absence.
But
what strength that it becomes weakened
What
sleep that turns to be awakened
My
pursuit turning out to be beaten
My
love is carried only through written.
