“I ask one thing only: I ask for the right to hope, to suffer as I do. But if even that cannot be, command me to disappear , and I disappear. You shall not see me if my presence is distasteful to you.”
Leo Tolstoy (Anna Karenina) – Thanks to Jim Beattie for the reminder
Do I want to turn the time Back to that quiet mind Of mine Without Thee I’d find Peace, no aim No disturbance Life plain And simple balance Between pleasures And obligations Leisure No perturbations Idyllic And perfectly void Almost acrylic Painting of joy … Not really There’s no return to past Angrily With every morning fast With tremors Between each seeing Thee Swallowing the venoms Of my emotions spree Suffering the rays Of your look of disdain Still happier these days Felling all that pain Than without a chance Of your eyes One more glance Which buys My whole heart And Soul At once.