Intoxication of Her

How can I forget

the way my heart felt beside her?

How will she ever know?

She saw me with her eyes,

but never with her heart.

She heard my words,

yet never listened to my voice.

Even if I intoxicate myself

with worldly things,

her face never fades from my vision.

That's when I realized

how intoxicating she truly is,

for I was always drunk in her presence.

I get intoxicated

by the glow of her face,

the sparkle of her eyes,

the curve of her lips,

the fragrance of her hair,

and the softness of her skin.

Every part of her

was its own intoxication.

All the world's intoxicants

cannot compare

to the high she gives me.

Now I wander the roads of thought

through the city called my mind,

drunk on her memory,

searching for a place to call home.

I replay our memories,

the beautiful ones and the painful ones.

When I find a happy memory,

I miss her, and it hurts.

When I find a painful one,

it hurts, and I still miss her.

Now even my pain has found a voice,

and it speaks only of her.

Poison could not kill me,

but my love for her

finished what poison couldn't.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind