From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   You were the sugar in my Lipton tea,   
   You were my exaltation and delight   
   Like April blossoms on a cherry tree   
   You made new life from water and sun's light.   
      
   I came to you and played inside your shade   
   And in your soft and gentle aura bathed   
   I sang to you a starlight serenade   
   And underneath your leaves my soul misplaced.   
      
   I left it there, and it is there still   
   But I got lost and can find you no more,   
   Was it the inspiration? Was it will?   
   I'm shorn of everything that I adore.   
      
   I saw in you the energy of love   
   And everything that's holy and divine,   
   And I can't say "my darling one" enough:   
   You were more tasty than the vintage wine.   
      
   Now I will never hold your hands again   
   Or press my lips to you or touch your heart,   
   I'll write you many poems, all in vain,   
   And we are many, many miles apart,   
      
   My soul is lost - where will it reappear?   
   I cannot find it - will you help me please?   
   Will you remember me or shed a tear   
   As I am calling you among the trees?   
      
   You lift, alight, become airborne and fly   
   And lift my soul where it would never go,   
   And as I look at you and ask you why   
   You only answer me, I told you so.   
      
   But what, alas? I'm gazing from afar   
   And maybe it is better off this way   
   For you, by now, have become a star   
   And I now dream of every yesterday.   
      
   https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)