The truth in me were you
and how you saw me.
You were my choice;
my audacious,
mistimed,
short-lived,
although beautiful choice.
I'll never call
of the beauty and
of the sincerity
a lie.
I wanted to live with you
every second which I experienced,
for as long we both needed it.
I picked the flower
impulsively,
I enjoyed its aroma,
its dazzling details,
just believing in
the eternity of that moment,
in nothing else.
Who doesn't know that a bud
will flourish, will give its scent
will reveal its splendid core
and then will wither?
Who dares
to ignore the mightiness of an end?
Who ever called remembrance a fraud?
I am what I lived in and you
stood in the eye of my life's cyclone.
I love you because
you deprived me of nothing
which I craved for
I love you because
you let me dream
every night in your aura.
Even when you are not here.
copyright2012 by Chryssa Velissariou
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