The night grows deep, and a conversation ensues
I hang on tight; like a neck on a noose
She astounds with sheer naturality
a complicated mind, with sheer complexity.
Her smile, I imagined, like roses blooming
a contradiction of clouds within me; gloomy
Her eyes, like stars in the night
her mind; a complicated flock of birds taking flight.
The affairs of the heart, and the irreversible feelings
take over as I see them hover and sets me reeling
As I constantly see them in my deepest dreams
as she becomes a fragment of my whims.
And as I lay my soul to rest
memories rush in with no regrets
For fragments of memories come rushing in
in broken pieces I've never seen.
* uncertain date of composition
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