Lovesick

When it rains outside, there is a
constant stir in our hearts – of all that
could have been, of all that could still
be… And yet we take some time to
realize that it is just us being…. :

* LOVESICK *

The rain is making you
Slip into my heart…
The rain is making me
A love-sick soul to start…

And oh, it’s making me
Fall into your arms…
The rain is making me
Wistfully rub my palms…

It’s taking me home
Into your embrace…
The chilling drops form
Trails for us to trace…

The rain is making me
Slip without a grip,
Just at the thought of
Your warm, soft lip…

The rain is taking away
The comforts of loneliness,
Rendering me lovesick,
Draining me to emptiness…

– June 22nd, 2013
© Sana Rose 2013

5 thoughts on “Lovesick

  1. lokesh roy

    When the rains do not seem to stop , you are bored to death – and if you are Sana Rose you make the best out of it .

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  2. Louis Kasatkin

    ” Lovesick ” lends affirmation of the maxim , ” that nothing worthwhile can be achieved without pain and sacrifice ” ; clearly the poem itself provides evidence of the aforementioned processes.

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  3. Sana Rose Post author

    Thank you Lokesh. That’s about the best compliment the poet in me has heard over time. 🙂
    Thank you Louis for your in-depth glimpse into and in between the lines!

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