In an alcove in the woods,
Naked, she stood.
Creepers entwined her toes,
Her face the color of a blooming rose.
Under the jittery raindrops,
Amongst a lair of wild crops,
She stood alone, confused,
Her heart however, was enthused.
She felt an eye upon her,
His eyes the brightest amber,
He looked a little mystified,
Lost, perplexed, unidentified.
A wry smile ran across her face,
He returned the favor with umpteen grace,
Walked little steps, closer and near,
And established a love most sincere.
The rain clouds outdrew,
The sun shone through,
Miles of meadows multiplied,
Paradise- they espied.
To the zenith of bliss; they rose,
For life one another, they chose.
But the heavens had planned otherwise,
The nimbus, the rain-implies.
The little battles, they fought they won,
But sooner or later, they would be outrun,
They realized the end had dawned
Fate had them tricked and conned.
This love never meant to survive,
The thick, the thin, the connive.
It blew past like the piquant tempest,
Strong, agile and mystically sweetest.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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1 comment:
overdone in parts, really; but poignant enough to be called morbid .
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