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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to the Senses; a Sense of Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first I lost my sight, <br>my universe went dark obscure<br>blackest pitch of night<br>lit by dim memories<br>that blazed impressions<br>clearer than with lustrous light<br>though greater loss<br>not seeing you<br>than losing sight of all my world<br>and all the things you do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When hearing left me deaf, a stone, <br>no worldly sound<br>my silent macrocosm locked inside<br>tinnitus my companion tone<br>quiet footsteps on the ground<br>your voice a memory that died<br>a quiet death, <br>though greater loss <br>not hearing you<br>the whispered words that say 'It's you.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When odors, taste conjointly leave<br>no clear distinction, sour, sweet, <br>methane gas like roasted meat - <br>alas, my heart and soul both grieve<br>no more your breath, your scent unique<br>will capture me within their mist<br>no longer tasting savored lips<br>though greater loss<br>not sharing both for what we are, <br>the I of we, the you with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When sense of touch is likewise gone, <br>when searing flesh and breaking bone<br>can feel no pain, nor joy again<br>of holding, touching, soft and smooth<br>not knowing where your fingers roam, <br>your hands upon my anxious face, <br>your arms in warmest tight embrace, <br>the greater loss<br>not feeling that ecstatic thrill<br>we felt together but no longer will.<br> <br>Though all these senses still remain, <br>how great the loss I shall retain<br>if you no longer see <br>the loving lass in me<br>nor hear my words of dire need, <br>nor feel each year the growing seed<br>nor taste the juices of my fruit<br>and of my flowered scent stay mute - <br>then shall you say you saw love die<br>from senselessness of you; - And I, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how great the loss that you shall reap<br>if I am blind from tears I weep<br>and deaf to all your childish pleas<br>and please you not on bended knees<br>as oft we did in days of yore, <br>nor touch you where I did before, <br>and use my lips, not kiss, but speak - <br>to you too blind, too deaf, too weak<br>to feel, too dumb to recognize the sign<br>that love has left your heart, and mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let's promise, love, while we have time<br>our senses all - while still complete - <br>to live by Carpe Diem <br>nunc et in hora mortis nostris - Amen! <br>now, and in the hour of our death -<br>a prayer to God, or any deities above<br>who can and will preserve our love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lorenzo+Costigliolo">Lorenzo Costigliolo</a><div class=q>
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my universe went dark obscure
blackest pitch of night
lit by dim memories
that blazed impressions
clearer than with lustrous light
though greater loss
not seeing you
than losing sight of all my world
and all the things..."></div>
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