To feel the warmth of you
smell the scent of your ebony hair.
Heaven
To taste your lips, and fly away with you
to a place where pain is no more
Divine
And yet
It pains me so
To know of your woe
In forgetful dreams I live alone
In those days when we are one
But when morning comes, I must be gone
For you can not remember that I am the one
It seems like there are two parallels in this poem. First is an instance of actually being with that one love, and another is thinking of that instance. Was it intentional?
I like the first three stanzas, but the last one packs too much into it. May be separating it into two stanzas would the overal flow of the poem? :
And yet It pains me so To know of your woe...
...In forgetful dreams I live alone, In those days when we are one, But when morning comes, I must be gone, For you cannot remember that I am the one.
Bu then, it is is your decision as the writer to decide whether that's what you want to do. best of luck!
Submission Name: Fotgetful Dreams
