Beloved
In the twilight of my life i weep;
Life is more complex stir, mine is deep.
Much as I have shed some essentials,
I'll not unknow a love convivial.
I low,"God, my dolor be muffled
To a fat langour as i hobble.
Eyes shy of mirth and cry till day passed
And until the dumb tears crept down fast.
Passion that sprouted-Siren! I clue;
When you have left I was turned to blue.
Thing's depth are merry to reminisce,
Towering and not to diminish.
I first glimpsed at her, night, I was sent;
Love have grown then I postured as gent.
I quizzed her loud,"could you be my date?"
She assented,"yes," lurched to gyrate.
So dawned the bodacious occassions.
Early love, not infatuation.
Next day I went to her and stopped by.
I bid her out to a mall nearby.
The sight of her inclined me to sigh.
To suck her cheek I coveted to try.
How unmannerly to left her by
I ingressed the taxi first dead spry.
We were hyenas to an extent high,
Steel repelled from campus without goodbye.
At the mall she demeaned really strange;
She dogged behind; I was unhinged.
In cinema I glanced by a range.
She was a stunner I cannot change.
Next our paunch bulged at a snack counter;
We paid our own bread with no palter,
Went home and I revealed to like her.
Then she was plainly thrilled, in dither.
Copyright © Eufemio Basada | Year Posted 2007
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