5 June 2012
Eyes, bright and brown, Love, fragile and thin, Thoughts, absurd and crowned, the most peculiar things within,
Her sense of smell, The things she tastes, how she tells, The dreams she wastes,
And yet she stays Every day, Regarding my absence, And she'll wait and continue to wait, Just like she has since,
Since I left, Left her alone, Left her insane, She- as my clone, Originality wanes,
I-troubled and forlorn, Have never learnt of love, Even before the day I was born.
..and she'll wait, • Opuss № I