Maiden

maiden

I knew a young woman,
Beautiful and fair,
Plush to the eyes,
I had met none like her,
She left a saccharine taste in my mouth,
Felt never like that.

I know a young woman,
She fills more than half my heart,
I peruse,
A plethora of memoirs,
She looks back,
I see all the pain I caused her.

For a season,
Her little hands melted in mine,
For a reason,
Our eyes don’t meet anymore,
Treason against love,
I knew a young woman that died for me,
And I’ve died for, times over.

– Smyekh David-West.

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Saudade

Saudade

She wept like a baby born in the hour,
I had sympathy,
but showed no empathy,
Her fragile state met my weary eyes,
Ventricularly speaking…,
I was somewhat speechless,
We spoke no more; a wicked silence,
Almost sweeping,

I had love for this woman.

– Smyekh David-West.