Because You are not mine I will never feel The strength of your arms Around me Swaying to the sound of music As you whisper In my ear Words of love And affirmation Making my heart Soar With the song Of a thousand Streams Flowing The joy Of my love For you. Because You are not mine I will not feel The touch Of your hand Upon my breast Claiming Ownership And exclusivity Tracing Words Of love Written upon My heart Pounding With the rhythm Of commitment To you. Because You are not mine I will never Feel Your breath Upon my cheek As I lie By your side Watching Your chest Rise and fall In contentment At a love So warm Encompassing And complete. Because You are not mine I will not feel The warmth Of your body Curving Against mine As we lie Side by side Fitting into each other As you curl Into my back Holding me close Resting your head In the hollow of my shoulder. Because You are not mine I will never know The fulfillment Of a love Consumed To the utmost The unity Experienced through a physical Oneness As we give Each other All we are Have been And ever hope to be In a flaming fire Of passion Since You are not mine I close The door To dreams Of a tomorrow That would stretch forth With you The sweetness Of a union Of kindred Spirits And soul mates. Because You are not mine I wish For you All that I cannot give you And more Of years Filled With all Of life's finest Love Hope Dreams That you will Have All I could Have been to you And more Because You are not mine
It didn't occur to me doctors could write poems. I didn't think they could write poems so beautiful and moving like this one.1
Because You are not mine, this one here will live with me Seeing It is as if I myself Penned Each word. I will not stop missing or loving you little lady just Because You are not mine.
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This poem is taken from Cycles of Life by Professor Elizabeth Anne Bukusi (ObGyn), MPH, PhD, PGD (Research Ethics), Masters in Bioethics, Fellow of the African Academy of Sciences. She earned her general medical degree and Masters in Obstetrics and Gynecology from the University of Nairobi. She holds a certificate in international health, MPH and a PhD from the University of Washington’s Department of Epidemiology; a post graduate diploma in Research Ethics from the University.
This is beautiful. I am unable to restack certain btis of the poem that resonates but I'm glad you shared this.