THE DAYS I SPENT WITH YOU


A smile touches my lips while I think about you
But there are times, while my heart sinks when I envisage, "What if we aren't together?"
Tears flow from my eyes with the very thought of you being several miles apart from me
Oh, honey! The sweet pain you've given me through your love has changed the tiny world of mine…

The glorious face of yours never seems to be away from my thoughts
The premises of my heart has you and "only you"
Your voice heretofore caresses my ears with humorous talks of yours

I can never forget the day when you'd gently cupped my flushing face in your manly hands and had said, "I'll miss you."
I fluttered my wet eyelashes when the gentle breeze silently gifted my eyes its tiny pollen
Still…still I can feel the warmth of your breath on my untouched lips I'd felt at the time you blew the chill air into my eyes
Oh, you little pollen! You were one of the luckiest pollens ever on earth, for you could feel a lover's touch…

Oh, almighty!  How do I ever forget the last kiss we'd shared, ardently, with total perfection!!?
Often times it happens so that -- the thought of your prolonged absence causes my heart to skip a beat or two

My heart weeps; thinking about the forthcoming days we have to live without each other, in the burning desire that has been blazing between us since the day we got apart

God! Oh, tutelary of love! Will you ever let us be together? Will you unendingly defiance our love?  Will you ever send him to my arms?  Will you let our relationship be?

If "yes", then KUDOS to the man upstairs and kudos to the Holy Spirit who will bring us together
And I would never like to conjecture the contrary part of this love story…'cause it will hurt…hurt…and only hurt…
 

Name:  Pooja Kharel
e-mail :- POoJa166@aol.com
Address:  Falls Church, Virginia, U.S.A.