| Inamorata
by Carlos Rull
Spring 1976
Her heart was young
and swelled with passion,
her eyes were the
doors to the depths of her soul,
pure and simple
were the visions of her complexion,
so bright and warm
was the gleam in her smile.
And as free as a
lotus petal on a quiet lake,
in the shade of
the tall elm trees,
she was soft, sensitive
and fragile;
she was mine but
now she is gone.
_________________________
A voice calls from
deep within my heart,
and the fibers of
togetherness have come apart,
some shadowy memories
have filled my mind,
where the healing
is only partial.
The fire has ceased,
it is dark and cold,
memories linger
like the dust of ancient pyramids
and feelings of
passion still light sparks in the night,
but my night is
endless....
for within me,
I have died a thousand
times.
© 1976 Carlos
Rull
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COR Entertainment, Inc.
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