in her smile

@uootem

a poetic tendency that never dies,
born of a smile i once saw in her eyes,
the only visible remnant of love torn apart
eternity forcing its way brilliantly into a fragile heart.

I caught her eye and held on, tightly
haunting shadows of a love once shown brightly
now, my insistence does not matter anymore
for nothing is the same as it was before.

Shroud me in naked written confession
another series of words in rhyming succession
is just useless emotion as to blank page it clings
with another ink stain, another regret it brings.

In one shared moment of our yesteryear
my eyes once wide open, now shed another tear
enough for her name to swim right through
and etch a memory there for constant view.

She pressed her love against me like a sheet of hot rain
nothing else could ever bring that passion again
for what we shared was true love's sweet dance
and for me there comes no second chance.