After I lost you in the crowd I found both of my eyes in tears, And I heard all my ribs, moaning for you. I went back to the streets of the city Looking in every corner, Gazing in the faces of strangers. Thinking… If I can’t see you, I would hear your voice. If I can’t hear your voice, I would smell your fragrance, For, you smell different. And If I can’t breath-in your fragrance, My heart would lead my blind eyes to find you. I have been searching for you since forever, In all the women I met. For I have been with many women of all kinds. Of different tastes, Of different colors and beauties. There were parts of you in each woman, but not all of you. And I never found what my heart was after, I never found the One… And you..!! You have a little bit from everyone, And you are all of the women. But, What belongs to me, no one can have. What belongs to me is mine, And only mine. You are my perfect one, You do not only look different, But you smell, taste and sound different. Let every man finds his wife, And let every woman finds her husband, Read the Rest…
For the inner ear, the voice of the vessel of silence is an embrace felt by an infinite number of scribes. It is my wish to offer here an oasis of present day poetic pens.
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