In her eyes I saw,
Love like waters of the ocean,
Deep and calm,
To her love was a suffering,
An enduring pain,
A betrayal of heart; to her onerous life,
The heart could not be maimed,
So, she gagged her eyes and lips,
Murmurs of her heart; were subtle and few,
Flutters of her hand; were more hiding than revealing,
Her most innocent virtue,though
Was her utter disdain,for
Anything like me,
The power of will,
Improbability of desires,
Fire of passion,
Flame of lust,
Ugliness of morality,
And beauty of love,
Are things we experience,
Desires,passion,lust and Morality, Everyone,
Love far and few,
So goes a short story,
Of a tall girl,
Beautiful, petulant yet indelible,
She is long gone,
In the fog of anonymity,
Found in bits and pieces,
In the people around,
And then lost in rum n ice,
Alone………...
