My inpatience grew thin
With the silent heavy wind that blew
Flustered ! I waited for answers
But only blanks I rather drew
I thought !
‘What it would be like
To touch and feel her softness
And warmth of her lazy glaze ?’
‘What it would be like to
Steal a glance of
Her pretty face ?’
‘What it would be like to hear
The sounds of Her breaths
Faltering and rising gingerly
With the sound of my call ?’
‘What it would be like to see
Her ambroisal self
Taking over my happy place ?’
But disposition rushed
Or so felt my crew
‘Will I meet her again ?’
I thought .a chances askew
And my sea of poppies
Baffled me at first
And then my skin thickened
Worry soon left my alone finally
I guess it too
Must have felt sickened
But there was never a moment
‘My sweet love’
Where I felt
Alas !
Her thoughts have left me
Abandoned …
