Monique

you abide in distant lands, athough your face too close,
your vision haunts me gleeful hues but that i love the most,
your smile reflects those yester years of laughted pain and love,
your voice echos within my heart and peirces it therof,

those halls they hold that harold haze,
which bludgens me with o that phase,
in which we were to me my treasure,
work to obtain that hallowed leizure,

in which our souls did flow from us,
o days of Novena ye will not rust!
time has changed yet not one thoght,
my love for you shant cease to rot!

a love which devours my happiness,
witch burns at stake in dancing fest,
which torments my every moment,
is it thee which feeds my torment?!

you are far distant lands and you await me not,
i am but a passed era yet in me you cease to rot,
but go along you ways dear one, but I can not forget,
and yet i know, our every time was but your one reget,

i say once and only once this that i must needs say,
i miss you dear with all my heart but go along your way,
and be the child that you had been before i came to thee,
and hold your own prosperity this you were meant to be,

I miss you Monique