Submitted By: Sammy Oritz

Each drop sounds like the strike of thunder
The split of which tears apart my heart
What joy is for us to dwell in pain
When the door of happiness next ?

Each roll from my eyes
Burns the spot of happiness in me
Vividly it's made clear to me
That happiness is closely far from me

Alone it is not for words to express
The depth of how I long to take possession
Of the warm embrace of your presence
Which with I make the best of decisions

Let this not be a source of wonder to you
That I live in long for your touch.

© Sammy Oritz, June 2002