You are the man, who made me disappear,
Dissolve in the magnificence of yours.
Your image once to me so dear
Still often 'live to me occurs.
My being was washed off from the earth,
I stopped existing when I saw you,
I never knew that love could be a curse
But cursed I was the moment that I loved you.
My hand erased my own name
Out of the names of ever living.
I dissipated in the pain,
I dissipated in my grieving.
I'm now a ghost, a mere shadow,
A gush of wind that fades away.
And every minute merciless arrows
Fill up my heart with hurt again.
How sad that I have ne'er existed
In soul that lured me so much.....
Nothing has ever so persisted
In me as feeling of your touch.
Dissipation
© Copyright: Синьорина Белиссима, 2009
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