Your eyes are sad, distant,
Needing my touch,
Or the laughter you left:
Those merry gifts of children,
Chiming down the walls of your heart,
Where paintings of a past life
Decorate your dreams in love and light.
I, the one who stole your soul,
Brought you to the ends of the Earth,
Bound by love, hardened by haste,
Reaching for a memory that once stood
On a jade slab as smooth as your soul,
A reclined Buddha closing the door
On a world you kissed goodbye.
What a beast I am,
To take you from your home,
From all your loved ones,
Those who depend on you,
Only for my selfish gain,
That a man, as lucky as I,
Might be loved by a woman
Blessed with such beauty as you possess.
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