When Will She

Can't you hear the call? how often does it seem to you that the wonders fall? when the stars seem to trickle spinning when will the conflagoration win? the wind, why does it pine for a future so saturnine? or yet that it calls me to a place where the wonder smells smells like fresh dew and petal falls? her kiss is like the briars of roses, caging my heart with every step I take. Oh God! Must I wait? She'll be here soon, oh I can tell, just many a more lonely fortnights, aye, she'll be here soon. But in the sincerity I've seemed to step away from believing that she'll come, I think, I thought, I asked, Two, then three, ....and now I feel so calm as to be that she'll be a round the bend waiting waiting just for me. But when will she be here? I can't can't wait any longer. She won't come, or will she really? Yet the simple reminder piques, intrigues, ensares, and captivates me. How could someone I've never met, catch me in three fold? once I asked for her, twice I questioned her, Three times I tried for her, Now time will ask, Where were you, when she was right there, and needed you the most?