With your Love . . . To my dear LHP
WITH THE SHADOWS OF YOU
These are something like my life- not poems- that I wrote for someone who worth the World, I hope she found me, came back, and let me love her . . . I wrote these in the time I was lonely as heaven . . .
Let me be,
In the lonely time that come and never go,
In the days we see repeatedly, unconsciously
Passing through our gates, have nothing in our hands,
And then, every thing seems a shadow_
Let me come,
And show you in my little heart,
How blood make smile,
And nothing hurt while I say; I love you_
Let me be,
And with my hot hands
Let me love, love every thing you want_
And this is the world,
In her smiles and in her loves,
I can tell you – if you let me,
That I am the one, the little one, that seems Burning in fire,
And do not cry . . .
My song flies, and you are sitting in the dark of distance,
And I am here, singing, how much I love you . . .
Soodaroo
2004-03-19
9:50 A.M.
And I am alone.
It is no need to see me in the lonely room, you can feel me by my woeds; touch me in the shadows of world . . .
And it is the time I wait,
To stand still in front of your memory and say how much I miss you . . .
How much I want you, and while world is empty, there is nothing for me that can make me smile but you,
Yes you, you, the little girl, with all the things you, yourself bring for me . . .
It is centuries that I miss you, and in my heart . . . if you could see my heart for the moment of time . . .
And I remember the time you told me you cannot live with me . . .
And I remember every minute I have in my life, and I think of you . . .
And I know one thing; I save you in my entire life, in my soul, my heart
FOR EVER, FOE EVER,
And here, I have nothing to change my wish, my life, you . . .
I love you, weather believe me or not, I love you
With the lonely eyes that sitting here, for you,
For you.
Soodaroo - 2004-03-28
It is night
And nothing shines in my eyes . . .
Lonely, as the only things I know, sitting in my room,
And sounds come in my mind, and I motionless, listen . . .
There is nothing. Nothing. . . Nothing. . . . . .
Soodaroo - 2004-04-01
