Honey Colored-Eyed Man

Breaks—
my heart
to leave you.

Honey-colored eyes;
black tears stain my cheeks.
Hot they feel
as they roll
and disappear.

Why have I fallen in love with you?
Why you?
Why now, after all this time?
Why you?

Is this love,
or is it an infatuation of a virgin heart?
Questions drive me crazy,
as they’re asked, not answered.

One time you asked me,
"How’s the day without me?"
"Gloomy," I said.

Your sun-ray eyes
lit up the dark room inside my heart,
and I felt warmth
I didn’t know was possible.

But you didn’t feel the same.

While the waves of your voice
sailed their ships in my body,
and roses bloomed on my halo
when you looked my way—

You.
You didn’t feel the same.

I had in me for you
a love so glorious,
Caesars would be jealous.
So royal,
kings would be peasants.
So faithful,
Caliphates would be zealous.

I craved you,
and you were full of me.
I missed you,
and you were complete without me.
I loved you,
and you were unaware of me.

I leave you—
And I cry for me.