I Keep Beneath My Bed Our Picture, Jess

[alatos]

Typical love sonnet I guess, but any advice is appreciated.

I Keep Beneath My Bed Our Picture, Jess Version 2


I keep beneath my bed our picture, Jess.
It's crumpled, with curled corners, and stained by
salty drops, the gloss long gone, torn, but less
cherished? Jess, I tell you: never more. Why?

An answer to that my words cannot give,
and what reason I have falls short to explain
why without you, it seems that I cannot live,
and what life I do live is lived out in vain.

In the name of God! Why do I still look at it?
You smile back the same as five minutes ago!
But those brown eyes break me, make me submit,
and hold on a bit longer, though I try to let go.

For you love holds my heat in such sad memory
that I cannot forget: will I never be free?












I Keep Beneath My Bed Our Picture, Jess

I keep beneath my bed our picture, Jess.
It is crumpled, with curled corners stained by
salty drops, the gloss long gone, torn, but less
cherished? Inconceivable! Never more. Why?

An answer to that my words cannot give,
and my sharp reason falls short to explain
why without you, it seems I cannot live,
and what life I do live is lived out in vain.

And why, in God's name, do I still look at it?
It stares back as blank as five minutes ago.
Your smile, those brown eyes break me, make me submit
and hold a bit longer, though I try to let go.

For your love lingers on as a sad memory
that I cannot shake: will I never be free?