For days it was as if I never existed.
You have blotted me out of your world
Like a wilted flower from your vase.
I have treasured our unuttered pledges:
Rising with your name as a prayer on the lips,
Breathing the morning wind
Marveling,
Oh, God,
Isn’t this the same fragrance my dear one breathes!
I waited beneath your window last night,
My heart aflutter in the moonlight
For the rustle at the curtain,
A fleeting glimpse of your fair silhouette.
Throughout you kept it shut.
Author notes
Sentimental teenage days, retrieved by an old man.
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