The Hebrew Maiden

Love and blues.

A familiar figure is standing alone outside in the dimness.

I would recognize that pretty Hebrew maiden anywhere.

She is right beside the swimming pool staring at the water.

Although it is a pleasant surprise, my heart is pounding fast.

Moreover, I can tell that she is lovelorn and lost in thought.

 

Her white scarf and the wineglass in her hand evoke memories.

I treated her inconsiderately, and I lost her six years ago.

And now it touches me deeply to see her in such a sad state.

The sight of her has a poignancy that brings tears to my eyes.

I never thought I would be so fortunate to see her face again.

 

It is mid-April, and the full moon is hanging right above her,

This is a reoccurrence of the night we surrendered our hearts.

It was unlike anything we had ever experienced since birth.

The energy of our love filled the atmosphere on that occasion.

I am certain she is the Hebrew maiden who once loved me.

 

I must go and tell her that I have been thinking about her.

She is still the one I love despite her refusal to pardon me.

If I do not talk to her now, I may lose the opportunity for good.

My sincere words might not thrill her heart as before,

But I might bring back the memories of the love she knew.

Author's Note

From Poet Pittinix with love.