Waiting Painfully
Your love ,beauty of a sparkling stream
that flows down south, we first met
Where we sat holding our hands
While watched the ants in procession
And you asked me that silly question.....
how they know their mate when rest?
The creepers swinging in the zephyr
the love birds resting at a height in pairs
on a Sunday in spring I lazed in your lap
sitting under that huge mango tree
playing with a stray hair you found grey,
I promised never to be away, my love.
Those days when you were with me
moments shared, at your moms place
the distant green hills and noisy birds
I loved more than a million operas
since you were with me to hold and talk.
While those parrots pecking the berries
you pampered our love in your womb
I kissed you and whispered in your ear
let the sun be down fallen from it's root
you belong to me and mine alone
for in all those years of my search
found your heart hidden from the crowd
just that I would own my precious one.
But love, when did that stream dry ?
I am lonely dear, the snap killing me
I greyed more than you can count
Your fragrance I miss as my breath
will that spring be ours again now ?
As the vagaries of fate unknown
I live waiting for the berries to blossom.
Copyright © Johnson Vdev | Year Posted 2019
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