"Patience is a mild form of desperation disguised as virtue."
--Ambrose Bierce

Sandy S. (June 16, 1995, 9:44 PM)

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I listen patiently,
Feeling with sympathy your
PAIN.

She was beautiful…
A dancing nymph in my mind
That twirls and twists around my heart,
Touching all the senses in my memory…
Her soft flowing hair that brushes her
fair cheek,
which is tinged with the juices of
sweet cherries…
Her bright eyes that are full of her
emotions,
which are swollen as well with the shining tears of
her soul…
Her low, sensuous voice that whispers gently in your
vigilant ear,
which is mixed and mingled with her perfume of
melancholy…
Although I have never seen her, I know her well,
And she was beautiful.

She made you laugh;
She made you weep.
She filled a part of your soul
That I could never reach.

I search everywhere, but
I cannot find you.

She is on such a pedestal of your
honor and reverence
that all hope and love can never touch
you.

Even if I cried in your arms, you would not see
my tears…

…so…
I listen patiently
Knowing I can never compete with the memory of
HER.