<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Same Lovely Misery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poetry is not my friend, <br>It is only sad images of disappointment, <br>A desolate history<br>I don’t want to believe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still, I have more tears<br>For a lingering obsession<br>That has already left<br>A thousand handkerchiefs wet<br>With prayers and regrets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through scattered verse, <br>I have called you perfect<br>And invited the world<br>To fall in love with you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have tried to describe<br>Your shimmering brown hair<br>Caressing your Goddess-like shoulders, <br>A mythical tall girl<br>Towering in my dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have swum in the tranquil pools<br>Of your seductively sad eyes, <br>And I have not lied<br>About what they did to me, <br>I was spellbound and mesmerized.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You inspired a desperate search <br>For poetic words; <br>I wanted lines of thought and rhyme<br>To offer sacrificial compliments<br>At the altar of the beautiful one<br>Swirling through my imagination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You breathe in my poetry<br>Like a Mediterranean breeze, <br>I cried and called you Aphrodite, <br>Now I’m certain that you’re Daphne, <br>Forever running away from me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Other women are minutely alive in memories, <br>Vague footnotes to my poetry, <br>I can’t remember what they mean to me, <br>I’m not sure they exist, <br>But you remain, even in the silence<br>Of the long months of disappearance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hope the man holding your hand<br>Comprehends what he is doing, <br>That his mind is racing desperately<br>With feverish thoughts for your happiness, <br>That he is forever in floral shops<br>Seeking out enchanting and exotic bouquets for you, <br>Bargaining with a chorus of angels<br>To sing your name in a mystical mantra.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If he fails and loses you, <br>He may become a lonely poet, too, <br>Describing every meticulous movement of his desire, <br>Seeing you in every feminine shadow<br>Dancing in his grieving mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Erica, I will not write of you again, <br>I’ll let my thoughts all blend into the universal, <br>Write my praises to returning spring birds, <br>Find flowery words for summery parks, <br>Protect my despairing heart<br>For the loneliness of hurting children.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if you ever speak a word to me, <br>The same flood waters of this poetry<br>Will drown my soul again<br>With the same lovely misery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Uriah+Hamilton">Uriah Hamilton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532543" data-title="The Same Lovely Misery de Uriah Hamilton" data-description="Poetry is not my friend, It is only sad images of disappointment, A desolate history I don’t want to believe. But still, I have more tears For a lingering obsession That has already left A thousand handkerchiefs wet With prayers and regrets. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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