Woman...
You are the subject of my eloquent silence;
the food of my hungry thoughts;
the only purpose of my existence;
the object of my crazy dreams!
You are center of my lonely heart;
the philosophy of my life;
the reason of my logic;
the inspiration of my frustrated pen!
You are the ultimate end of my idealism;
the source of my energy and inspiration;
the essence of my being;
the premise of my perfection;
the enigma of my endless youth!
yet....sometimes you are also...
the equinox of my own emptiness
and restless depression
especially when you are not there...
no matter what I tried to be,
what I am, or what I have become!
poem by Don Allan Dinio
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