Painting: A Young Man At His Window by: Gustave Caillebotte

A Love I Can’t Forget

From a Man's Perspective
 

Her foreign ways of doing little things
Surround my memory and dreams
Her mouth - a poem in itself
and grace without compare
I walk in rain under that window
I hear her voice calling my name
—a song of crystals in the wind
but shattered as I wake...
Her figure walks in front of me
I can't believe and run...
A dark mirage with other woman's eyes
Gives chills along my spine...
Her foreign ways of showing love
Would melt the toughest man
She taught me how to laugh and cry
With tears of joy and sorrow...

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It's winter now and I am gray
The house is cold and empty
The fire logs recall my past
And every flame sparkle a song
About a love I can't forget...