Again yet again, she stood gazing at him in silence,
But even to that day he could feel ‘her’ voidance.
His blasé attitude chided her further,
Still he knew it was for her better.
Her regard continued with new life,
By the time, he was so sure it would end with a strife.
Thinking, envisaging, contemplating, excogitating
She gave an absolute look as if she was fading.
Days went by, but he never saw her,
And then he conceived that the ‘see’ was premeditated.
Finally he adaged her with pardner,
Beaming he surely was;
But as if longing to say ‘’she’ was true and perhaps so I’m deflowered in ‘her’ love !
