I was
Destined
To stay
In his thoughts
There was
No
Escape
And
He couldn't
Release me
As there was
No
Door
In his thoughts
I was
Destined
To beat
In his heart
As without me
His heart would
Stop beating
I was Destined
To be the path
That led him
To his destination
As without me
He would have been
Lost
I was Destined
To color
His dreams
As without me
All his dreams
Would have been
Black and white
I was Destined
To burn
As oil
In his lamp
As only
In that light
He could write
The poems
For me
I was Destined
To be the
Tears
In his eyes
Without me
He would have been
Remain
In pain
Due to
Agony
Of separation
From me
I was Destined
To be
The Moon
out side his window
Without me
He would have
Felt
So lonely
In the
Darkness
Of the nights
And
I was Destined
To be the Rose vine
In his garden
Thats where
He sat
In the afternoons
Day dreaming
About me
Feeling
Nostalgic
Embraced by
The Rose's fragrance
© AK
March 16, 2014
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