imprint

even if

never again

to see you, my muse,

you will always be part of me

maybe it better I only remember you

creating you through lines of prose and poem

without the touch of real gracing my skin

just a fairy’s imprint left on my heart

one to always return

a call of inspiration

 

however,

if I could choose

I would risk losing your print

to have a day of real

grazes and gazes

feeling your hand on mine at meal’s end

hearing your voice across room’s way

watching you dress in morning’s light

telling your eyes my heart’s truth

knowing that subtle stamp,

misty impression, would be no more

because from that day

to the day of forevers

you would be infinitely

engraved in me

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