I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your *******,
the doubled purple
of your *******,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

When the day has dawned,
I will see you.
When the battle is over,
when peace has come,
when we have won,
on the other end of time,
I will be there,
on that other side of the world,
a better place,
and there
I will see you.
Until then,
I still believe in you.
Until then,
I will see you
in my dreams.

My eyes are tired,
but still they seek you
My ears are ringing,
but still they long for your voice
My arms are bruised,
but still they will always hold you
My feet are numbed from walking,
but still they will follow you

This love is very sacrificial
I'm beginning to think this is superficial
What do you possess
That makes me so obsessed
Your hair, your eyes, your smile?

You.
You with the cunning look
You with the deceiving smile,
You.

You have no right to be in this mind
You have no right to be in this heart
You have no right to say "she's mine"

Enough is enough
I won't waste my time acting so tough
I don't want to cry myself to sleep
Oh, how hard I try for you not to hear me weep

My eyes are tired
My ears are ringing
My arms are bruised
My feet are numbed
And I am over you.