Enigma of Love

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Frozen eyes and scattered lips, that’s all left in your portrait.

Unzipped wounds of cruelty are stained by scarlet white.

Fragments of linen hold up a fragrance which pierces my nose.

 In your eyes, I am seeing me, placid,

But mine turns out to be empty.

You, the missing piece I searched for,

but now what is the puzzle, indeed?

Your pale body still filled with red,

but now I’ve lost all my colours.

Grave news I murmured to those seconds marching on your wrist,

But they kept moving, without any regret, just like the one you loved with your whole heart.

Now, he has gone and I stand still, holding your portrait.

Without a brush nor any colours,

But a need to complete the incomplete picture of my life.

Emily is in her fourth year of Political Science. She loves studying and academics which follows into her research work. She's a stern black coffee drinker and is a proud Acadienne. When she's not working or doing school work, you can find Emily listening to 70s music on vinyl and watching Parks and Recreation. If you ask her about parliamentary institutions, she won't stop talking.