I'm with you now.
Writing on your hand my vows & promises
Asking the Lord to keep the promise.
So smile, I never knew Love
except you, my Love.
All the day, I walk on the streets
Lost, humiliated & counting the minutes
I cannot find myself, so
I become my fathers daughter
Surviving, to meet you.
Then the night arrives
& the hurricane in my life subsides
Then I win back myself
When I see you, while a tufts of your hair
is covering some of your face
Oh my existence & the only evidence of my remain.
Your smile builds back my whole entity
which was demolished in the daytime.
To write on your hand promises
that I wont ever fulfill, but my existence
in you, makes me promise
ShadiatiQue © 2010-2013
strong ending... love the idea of your existence being the promise... instead of those that are meant to be broken...
ReplyDeletesmiles...what a connection....surviving the day just to see them again....the relief in night finally coming once more...
ReplyDeletethe writing on the hand...i wrote my wife a poem when we were dating..on her hand....
ReplyDeleteI like that , too, surviving the day to be reunited...and the writing on the hand.......lovely.
ReplyDeleteAstoundingly moving
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