Monday, January 26, 2015

Weakest of the Weak

I found a poem from my miscellaneous text file folder that I want to share with anyone who cares to read. I loved this piece the first time I read it.

The poem's verses speak of love, wanting but only watching and very much hurting. Quite beautiful, this one.
Strength 
I am strong 
When I feel dawn's gentle kiss on my cheek
And wish for nothing more but your touch
I stay still and keep my hand empty 
While you look on another with whole soul in your eyes
Dare I snatch you away?
I fall silent and whisper, "Never"
On a night like tonight
Only your arms can lull me to sleep
Yet I lift no finger to call you 
Then the stars fall from heaven
As it happens once more
I see the whole universe
Walk through the door
In spite of myself, I hear you move
I feel you speak
And wish for nothing more
But to be the weakest of weak

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