Versifier’s valentine
Fingers gently wrapped around a delicate quill
Carving the face in his memories on the page of his skill
Immersed in the exotic aroma of a precious ink
Slowly letting it flow as those thoughts reach their brink.
Divine,
as it may seem,
Yet
real not a dream.
Weaving
her splendiferous face with a profound rhyme
The
ink kept spreading with that vivid verse
Sculpturing
a beauty that is so exquisite and so sublime
Encircled
by that magnificent charm of hers
Her
mellifluous voice echoing in the depths of his heart
Like
that melody of his vague memories start
Her
fragrance captivates him slowly drifting him away
Each
line as serene as her soft fingers sway
Around
him her hands draped,
Everything
else slowly escaped
Like
a gentle breeze she just holds him tight
Her
hand entwined with his, fingertips caressing his face
Her
passionate obsession enticing him to write
Feeling
every little detail and describing all her grace
Holding
those hands and feeling her breathe
Having
her so close again, that inexplicable feeling
A
desire to hold her forever in his arm's sheath
Every
tender touch of hers meant a wound’s healing
The
generous ink never dried
The
quill kept the poem’s stride.
Each
word as pure as their true emotions
To
be together again, lost in the realm of time
Dwelling
once again in those blue oceans
While
he threads all the memories in a rhyme
Pages
of such unconditional love and pure bliss
An
elegant verse of an undying love ends
Her
eyes closed, as he tends to lay a gentle kiss
He
wishes he could, but time never extends
For
just a little more time with her he craves
But
his destiny, even his quill cannot save
An
urge to just hug her for another eternity
But
it won’t last he knows as it never did before
A
tear of helplessness smears the line's serenity
Still
concluding with his words as his grief soars
No
more ink left to paint her out
No
more page to write his heart on
Eyes
still wet with his love's memories
The
verse finally ends as she has gone
He
presents on the page of his life his love’s rhyme
Many
like such rests on the grave of the versifier’s valentine.
-
Pallavi Tiwari
beautiful! :)
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