Your eyes intoxicated

my eyes

with their warm waves!

Yet your eyes intoxicated

another girl…

I thought love

is a very splendor thing.

But I see now that

I am without love.

I was without love

that I never had someone

to love me!

Now I have money,

chalk,

marble.

But money wouldn’t spend,

that my chalk wouldn’t write,

that my marble wouldn’t roll…

Now the intoxication of your eyes

with their wild waves

have turned to stone.

But stone wouldn’t stand….

Love is not

very splendor thing

for me!! …

Ellie