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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 moonlit sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.

How could I not have loved her large, sexy 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 silence of this night, more immense without
her pillow talk.

And this poem falls to my 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.

A sad love song plays in my soul,like words of a familiar song stuck in my mind.

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.

We, we who were in love once, 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.

She’s someone else’s.

She will be someone else’s.

As she once belonged to me.

Her voice, her light body.

Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps i still love her memories.

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,i perhaps don’t love her at all anymore!

And that is the saddest part of this poem.

Just some random thoughts that came to my mind….

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