I watch you as you walk by,
your silky hair glistening,
straining just to hear the sound
of your voice in the spring air.
I long to walk in your footprints,
to see from your vantage point,
to feel the breeze as you did,
and to take in your lingering scent.
I wish you would cast your sapphire eyes
into my lonely eyes of coal,
and see me living in agony,
and know that all of it was for you.
My only desire is to hear my name
resting on your delicate lips,
and feel your skin under my hand,
soft and smooth like priceless silk.
And so I watch your angelic face,
framed by the rustic windowpane,
until you rise and put out the light,
and the darkness claims your radiance.
Then I stand in the street alone again,
surrounded by the brittle remnants
of your intoxicating presence,
and then the black night claims me.
Can you tell what it's supposed to be about?
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woah stunning poem! this is absolutley beautiful!
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At the beginning I thought you were going to continue like
I watch you as you walk by,
your silky hair glistening,
straining just to hear the sound
of your voice in the spring air.
I long to walk in your footprints,
to see from your vantage point,
to feel the breeze as you did,
and to take in your lingering scent.
See the first lines have a similar beginning, I think repetition would work really good in this poem.
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