Category: Poetry Type: Non-Fiction
Pages: 76
Copyright: Jun 27, 2005
A collection of pages scribbled by a hopeless romantic in honor of his first love. An album of imageries drawn elegantly with words and photographs.
A collection of pages scribbled by a hopeless romantic in honor of his first love. An album of imageries drawn elegantly with words and photographs.
Excerpt
Silence slumbers in its futile sleep,
And the rest of the world sleeps with it, too;
But I can’t close my eyes, my Angel,
Because I lie so far away from you.
I close my eyes and there you are,
But when I open my eyes, you elude them;
Come to me, my image sweet, why do you,
With my eyes, play such a cruel game?
When I am well you run away, always;
Come now at least to my side.
Promise, I shall be a nice boy,
And to all your rules shall abide.
Touch you not, bug you never,
Just witness your divine smiles of joy;
You be the princess in the palanquin,
I’ll be the admiring roadside beggar boy...
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