I die in pain - a poem

You enchant me;

with your charming looks.

What of your knack for conversations

and your gentle caring?

You intimidate me;

with your career accomplishments.

What of your faultless features

and your dedication for fitness?

You awed me;

with your humility.

What of your kindness

and innate thoughtfulness?

You surprised me;

with your youth.

What of your chef-like craft

and gift of vogue?

You ripened me;

with maturity.

What of your mannered acts

and cultured taste?

You inspire me;

with your love for life;

your quest for perfection;

your hunger for knowledge.

You crucify me;

with your want of utterance.

What of your quiet demeanor?

It kills me.

23 August 2011


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