Her kisses I yearned for;
More than air, more than life itself,
She whom like a miracle I found;
Like a hidden daisy amidst the fields,
She caught my eye; a diamond in the rough;
I polished and shined until she shone,
Radiant and bright blinding me;
I cherished her every laugh; every smile,
I was there through every tear and cry;
More precious than she none I knew,
My heart grew so fond of her;
Never did I imagine such feelings,
Her every pain tore at my soul;
Her every joy lifted my spirits,
I pitied those that lost her;
And envied those that had their moment,
Selfish was I when I accompanied her;
Many would I have killed for her,
But my love knew not hate;
And all I could do was stand by her,
Waiting for her to beckon;
Setting myself on fire; while I bled for her,
But she was just my most vivid dream;
One that I could not wake from,
The sweetest nightmare I ached from;
Loving her had stolen my breath,
I lived what I could never have;
For she now has been taken,
Far from me; I must set her free;
Useless I rest; life meaningless once more...
© okpoet