i want the world to stop turning
i want time to freeze
i want the sun to stop shining
i want to feel the breeze..

i want to simply sit here
  and remember the days
     when i was happy
        when i was in love
           ..when i thought you loved me too.

i want to simply sit here
   and cry in vain and regrets
      for the times i lost you
         ..and for this last time
             you did not come back.

i want to simply sit here
because eveywhre i look
i see you
i hear your voice
i smell your fragrance
i feel your warmth

you are the best i've ever had.

have you?
[if only, you would..]

have you heard her laughetr, shallow and loud?
it echoes in the mind and lingers in the heart.
but but have you seen that dying glimt in her eyes?
her laughter is a cry that sets her apart.

have you seen her walk, effortless and slow?
she looks down the pavement of eternal stones.
have you not noticed her adrifting state?
touch her, and everything hides in her bones.

have you not noticed her difficult sighs?
the drags of air once in a while, aimless and long.
masked with pretensions and rehearsed denials.
have you listened hard enough to her soul's song?

have you guessed that the smile she puts on her face
is a paucity of joy covered with deceptions?
save her, you say - have you not known?
she is incredulous of whatsoever intensions.

For that same sweet sin of lechery, I would say as the Friar said: "A young man

 and a young woman in a green arbour in a May morning - if God do not forgive it,

I would." SIR JOHN HARINGTON epigrams, 1615


lament for lost love

i saw them dancing under the moonlit sky.
her graceful, tender feet; his sparkling eyes,
yet hidden, lonely smiles; i wondered why.
it remained enigmas 'til i heard their cries.

i passed by her windowpane each lovely night.
tears streamed down her ruby eyes such river,
whence silverbranches screamed a fright'ning sight:
his bloody wrist; a blade he held like flower!

snow-covered plains; leaves sprung a beautiful morn':
and still she clung hopeless to the sweet mem'ry.
the sun beamed; the rain greeted the leaves wi' scorn:
his vacuous look tried hiding pain vainly.

'twas vaguely only hearts had vanquished their souls,
i heard her futile prayers and pleas above;
he beseeched the stars of marvellous roles.
ashamed, my words could not contemplate lost love.