Lover Boy

“Your eyes shall illustrate momentous tales,
do not let some tragic tears to write the narratives.”

Many gazed at her meticulous beauty,
and as a boy of youthful insolence,
I was one of her admirers.
Alluringly curved lips sculpted with the finest ruddy,
Any absurd gown remains enticing with her magnificently carved physique.
An attempt to grasp her cosmic countenance through boundaries of terminology;
led to immense failure.
A naive mind of a cherubic child,
with a wild heart of a dramatic damsel

“Let thy ears listen to all pain and love.
Do not hear mere Despondent words with perils,
And ignore musicians chanting folklore of ecstasy.”

During a magical night,
With the mesmerising universe under blinking eyes,
I saw my arcane peacherino singing a marvellous song on the opposite cliff.
Her voice mystically drifted as she had taken me to the gates of heaven.
I suddenly noticed her gazing at me.
“Would you take me on your cycle, sweetheart?”
Those celestial eyes glistened bright enough to silence the stars.
We wandered o’er nubivagant valleys to lonesome thickets.
Her arms reached out to touch the moon,
We drove towards an eternal sky until the ephemeral night stood by.
Our heartstrings swirled as no words were uttered.
She was in love, I saw it in her eyes.

“Your lips must Recite words of wisdom not wail at gibberish mortals,
Who thinks of your insights as nothing less than worthless.”

Tears dared to stumble from her sublime orbs as she held my arms ever so tightly, unwilling to let go.
Our eyes recited phrases of longing no language could comprehend.
It was a desire of mine to collect pennies in a jar of fame.
The rusty bus stood waiting to take me to an unfamiliar destination where I planned to begin a new prologue,
Yet, a glimpse at her visage would bring back an eternal nostalgia to never end this epilogue.
I left her and this little hometown of ineffable memories to achieve this delusional dream.
I was lost, she saw it in my smile.

“Underestimate my profound words;
as you haven’t walked through the thorns I have.
Destroy my ardent presents;
as you are blinded with animosity to understand what lies beyond my thoughts.
But, do not doubt my love;
For all the shards in my heart have been built for your soul to intertwine”

My ancient affection forthwith behind bars of heartfelt sorrow,
All faded recollections stimulate a stagnant emotion; remorse.
Tarnished eyes, forged thin-line smile,
youthful beauty eroded to a fatigued housewife.
A man held her hands,
While three little juveniles ran around them.
She kept a bouquet of daisies beside my jar of fame,
The pennies in it were made as ashes, ready to be buried beside me.
When all mortals grieved around my deathbed,
her eyes were hollow, I felt it in my heart.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading!