MEL
{mosimage}Why do I see her only when I dream?
How does her presence make my smile gleam?
What's the conclusion
for this strange delusion
and why does it remain a recurring theme?
How does her voice make my soul melt,
giving me joy not previously felt?
How I smile ear-to-ear
from the melodic tone I hear
because of the surreal hand previously dealt.
Why does her touch disable my words,
making me feel like I'm flying amongst the birds?
Again I ask why
she puts me in the sky
and makes my heart oblivious to what it's endured?
If she does all this, then why does it end?
Why tear my heart out and never have it mend?
Why do I desire
what will never transpire
into anything more than a perpetual trend?
Why do I wake from hot tears on my face,
which burn down my cheek like a peppery mace?
Why can't it be
that she's here with me
instead of being the one I can never replace?
How do I continue in such a bleak life
when the pain cuts deep like a razor-sharp knife?
It pangs me so
to always know
that I can never introduce her to my future wife.
How can I silence the subconscious jeers
when I know they'll persist for the rest of my years?
I look in the mirror
but I only see her
each morning I'm awakened by my infinite tears.
As the days go by and the memories fade,
is there no cure to make anguish evade?
Each sentiment lost
is a bankrupting cost
for which I'd give anything in hopes of a trade.
And so I carry on being reminded each day
of the indomitable soul that's been taken away.
As hard as I try
I can't help but cry
when I think of how she raised me into the man I am today.
So what can I do other than try not to scream
when I continue to be tortured by this everlasting theme?
I know it will end
when we're reunited again
but until then I hope I still see her when I dream.
Written by Maximillian Anthony Lahoud
in memory of his mother, Marya Elizabeth Lahoud 10/13/50 to 12/19/07
How does her presence make my smile gleam?
What's the conclusion
for this strange delusion
and why does it remain a recurring theme?
How does her voice make my soul melt,
giving me joy not previously felt?
How I smile ear-to-ear
from the melodic tone I hear
because of the surreal hand previously dealt.
Why does her touch disable my words,
making me feel like I'm flying amongst the birds?
Again I ask why
she puts me in the sky
and makes my heart oblivious to what it's endured?
If she does all this, then why does it end?
Why tear my heart out and never have it mend?
Why do I desire
what will never transpire
into anything more than a perpetual trend?
Why do I wake from hot tears on my face,
which burn down my cheek like a peppery mace?
Why can't it be
that she's here with me
instead of being the one I can never replace?
How do I continue in such a bleak life
when the pain cuts deep like a razor-sharp knife?
It pangs me so
to always know
that I can never introduce her to my future wife.
How can I silence the subconscious jeers
when I know they'll persist for the rest of my years?
I look in the mirror
but I only see her
each morning I'm awakened by my infinite tears.
As the days go by and the memories fade,
is there no cure to make anguish evade?
Each sentiment lost
is a bankrupting cost
for which I'd give anything in hopes of a trade.
And so I carry on being reminded each day
of the indomitable soul that's been taken away.
As hard as I try
I can't help but cry
when I think of how she raised me into the man I am today.
So what can I do other than try not to scream
when I continue to be tortured by this everlasting theme?
I know it will end
when we're reunited again
but until then I hope I still see her when I dream.
Written by Maximillian Anthony Lahoud
in memory of his mother, Marya Elizabeth Lahoud 10/13/50 to 12/19/07