The Lost Peace

Her heart beat pounds like the ticking clock.
Her hair smells of rosemary.
Her heart beats to the rhythm of my own.
My soul finds peace.

In her arms,
Nothing can harm me.
From her lips,
No words can deceive me.
From her breath,
Comes a new birth to my soul.
From her voice,
There is born a new joy all our own.

I miss her,
I want her,
I need her.
Do I?

I love her,
I hate her,
I loath her,
I resent her,
I can't stand her,
Why do I love her?

Her heart beats away from mine.
Her hair is smelt by another.
Her heart is no where near my own.
I have lost the peace within my soul.


-Cristina Marrero