Emotional Novel Written with Yearning Memories
Soft morning rays shone in my lonely home. I felt your presence everywhere.
I experienced your yearnings, my heart full of fluttering emotions.
My moon had gone when I was writing the new chapter of my novel,
The novel that was too strange since it was about another couple in love.
Her features were perfect and gorgeous, he reminded me of high passion.
They loved one another as passionately as the Earth could love nature.
I thrilled a bit, tried to keep the balance of my soul to set myself to work.
Soothed, I listened to the music of his tender heart: an impeccable rhythm.
Visions from our past rose, visions I really treasured so much.
The plot was simple but potent, as nobody could love each other as they loved.
It somehow dug events from our lives, past episodes of high delight.
Delighted he came nearer and lit my eyes with spring colors. I thrilled so much.
I could hardly believe my own eyes; intensely he looked at me.
He came nearer and nearer, I reached a point of sheer ecstasy.
The skies opened and Pegasus took me on a free flight, so we soared highly.
The celestial cosmos echoed my wishes. Pegasus and I flew over the clouds.
There was not one soul around me except your free soul so close to me.
When the autumn was within reach, the dry nature demanded more freshness.
The memory pages like leaves had flown into the air as rain poured.
The earth longed for rain bringing in freshness that I needed so severely.
My cry echoed all the seasons of the year: how I needed them all.
I needed all of your soul, with precious flashes which lit my road at night.
Nobody would delete the day road to you, as you showed me the way to bliss.
The right turning led me to the majestic castle of romantic reality.
We parted, it happened in one moment; I never thought I would grieve so much.
Nothing broke my heart than bitter tears of parting. The tears of a lonely soul.
Your songs were the sun's rays, which caressed me as they went on and on.
I witnessed the rains of woe, the last days. How I valued the sunny skies.
I would not wait for other showers; I write the novel with eternal love.
The thrilling rainfall satiated the parched valley. Pegasus vanished in thin air.
For all the nights and days I live with my novel of eternal love.
For all that I possess, I love too much. I’ll always appreciate your tender heart!
Copyright © Valentina Iljina-Pechenova | Year Posted 2018