A Pleasurable Torment

 

It was all by a passing glance,

The time and day far gone

But the memories never fading

And so I sought another glance

Of a face so fair and bright

And a voice so sweet and soothing.

In every other face I see her face,

In every other laughter I hear her voice,

All my figures at work call her name

And whispers of love the wind would carry;

I searched the streets and hoped in vain,

For a love so fair but long gone.

Though my heart lies in fear,

Another part of me loves the thrill.

I would turn my face away,

But my heart would seek

In the moon and the stars at night,

And my ears in the whistling gentle night breeze. 

I seek for one long gone,

I fight it, yet I still seek it;

I deny it, yet I still seek it.

It raises my fears but,

Something inside loves the thrill.

- Bempillar Awuapila