The Rendezvous

“Emotions These are for the weak ones I’m strong And about myself I cannot be wrong” So she said And so she made him believe He, who would always keep, His heart, before his head He was led To think That she could control Her feelings And all such silly things He eventually agreed Perhaps freed Of needless worries He went for the rendezvous Heart aflutter Mind at peace Unsure of himself But too sure of her Got a smiling welcome At her door Incessant chatter Men, morals and matter Time to leave He got up But there lay the rub She held him back She, a little nervous He taken aback, When she turned him around Not a sound A deep, long silent kiss A message Not to be missed Followed by Moments spent In each-other’s arms Out poured The pent-up love And the Hidden charms Minutes passed..... Too good to last Then, The cheerful goodbye No half-hearted sigh So what about That supreme confidence Whither and whence? He asked, “You lied?” She replied, “It was not a rendezvous With you, But a meeting between My feelings And your ‘Desire’ So, there had to be Crackling of embers And the raging of fire."