Melt in my arms, live in my eyes.
There forever, you, my love, stay
Shower you with love for a glance,
Thus will be spent my everyday.
Thus he signed all his letters.
Once or more everyday he wrote.
Could assure himself, he wished,
He poured out everything he’s got.
So has he lived since that evening.
Its been months since it all began.
Pearls were dropping from her hair.
Raven tresses, in sombre grey rain.
From the nape of slender neck,
Picking ethereal sublime hue.
Pearls rolled through the strands,
Besotted with earth, dropped as dew.
There standing was she, leaning
By the rickety post office fence.
Long trek to his hilly abode,
He was about to commence.
Dumbfounded, he looked at her,
Stunned, his mouth wide agape.
Fiddling she with stubborn gown
That clung to her shapely shape
How her dress seemed to love her
And how she showed it her hate.
How he blessed the pretty moment,
How he blessed his splendid fate
The way her hair shaped her face,
In all its messy dripping glory.
Looked at the moon, then her face,
The face told a better story.
In profound pity, her lips curled,
Brows frowned deep in sad dismay
Torrents poured down from heavens
Helplessly trapping her on her way.
Just then for a fleeting moment
As would have the providence,
The eyes met, her eyes blinked
Wiped away every saner sense.
Raising her eyes, she looked at him.
Along came deafening thunder clap
Can’t put a word to it, swift, audible,
Something within his heart snapped.
To his, her eyes were a beacon.
He took a step to cross the street.
Pulled by the pull of her beauty.
Her beauty half way he will meet
He moved to converse with her
To give her that loving solace.
Detering his determined advance
In came car of frightening grace.
‘Tween him and his new found love
It halted with a numbing screech.
Is this an omen bad, My Lord?
Move! In his heart did he beseech
Car lurched ahead, no girl in sight
With trepidation he looked around
“Oh my love, how so drenching wet”
From the car, he heard such sound.
Numb, his heart sunk to his belly
His heart knew not a sorrow worse
Just about to touch the love and not
Oh my lord! what a deadly curse
Since then the letters came pouring.
In sleepless nights after tiring work
Greeting the mail men, twice a day
Next to fateful fence he would lurk.
Lost, pondering, from there he returns
The letter of the day against his heart.
Letter unposted for want of an address.
From words about her, or he can’t part
Thus has gone all his days since.
Habit doing chores, he distraught,
His life a sweet melancholy pain.
Love’s the ailment he’s caught.
