This is a narrative romantic poem
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The sleep came late, the faces of despair
hung around long, kids on wheels,
the white hairs flew amongst the blues
and the greys. The sleep came late.
My eyes were shut tight,
sleep lady spread her wings over them.
Then, you walked in, your smile gave a way.
The crowd was so huge, as people
jostled to keep pace, I stood in silence
for I needed a moment to know
it was really you, or I was dreaming in a dream.
The spirit and the astringent, the clean smell
of sick humans filled the air around.
arose to greet you.
I was far.
I walked back slightly
as you smiled, sulking a bit.
More noises, more humans, more filth,
but nothing could stop the bond,
the fire which flapped it’s wings
like a butterfly in my inner coils.
I knew I had to love you
the moment I met you
but it won’t touch you,
If you don’t touch it to know,
I was free then,
more free now to choose you everyday.
But, then I cannot meet you in person,
cannot cry, cannot moan the loss.
As I found you.
I live it everyday,
In my bread and creams.
I cannot see you,
I cannot coerce you any which ways.
Your smell was close.
I shuddered at the thought,
It was only a dream and
I lay with open eyes.
Loving is never fun,
But loving you is not a pun.
It is deeper than most people know
Only to sleep in the depths till it’s snow.
Beneath which would burn the fire.
Slowly, solemnly, quietly, blazing
to melt the snow.
It would be you,
some know late, some know soon,
Some become friends, some take the moon.
I prefer to stay calmly since I know the boon
I walk happier and will live to be a spoon,
spoon of hope, spoon of love, spoon to balance
the marble, spoon to carry your part,
Never to leave it as I walk.
The only point is I can only try
Try to pray, try to spread hope,
Dimness draws near or is it far?
The only point is I can try.
Try to love you from far,
Try to pray for you from far,
Try to live with it from far.
Trying to glow brighter than the scar.