The Untimely Action
His sight finally became so clear,
Against personal doubts seeing a panacea,
His thoughts over him became superior
The thundering heart, he had to so fear
Falling in, and falling out, Sophia
It was untimely reality, determinism
Seeing the stars, making vain wishes
Surreal, the nature of falling in love
His eyes witnessed a rare perfection,
Grounded in a hope created from doubts,
The express typology of unique beauty,
Profound excellence in the eyes of a lady,
With boldness like that of a wild bear,
Coupled with the gentleness of a cat,
To tolerate and accept without hate,
She was a pillar of good hope,
Not the best of the best, but perculiar
Being so odd he was never a liar
Free of conspiracy, like that of Delilah
Her thoughts so cruel, yet so dear
To see her sitting there, sitting near
The rain seeing and wondering
He wanted more and she desired less,
Trenched in a ditch of hot water,
Would she ever be the one?
The questions of a man in a state of flux,
Was it a mirage of early summer?
Or maybe she is a protoge of whats best?
So faithful in his bag of unfaithfulness,
To care and hate in tandem,
In her adulthood, she despised his childhood,
His eyes became skeptical, yet accurate
On her chest, a linen pillow he saw,
To imagine relaxation and good comfort,
Singing songs of lovers voyages,
The genesis of the avoided feeling,
The exodus of the great pretendancy
Sharing almost everything and not love,
Yet to love was not a must but a liability
It was him and his oblivion,
Failing to catch a dream,
Yet always dreaming and dreaming big,
All the wrong actions he did,
For all the right reasons,
An untimely action, with timely reaction
What now is left of heavy loads,
To make a choice, carry along or otherwise,
The shipwreck of a desired friendship,
Should they go undertow, sink or swim
He saw it coming, and was so ready
Love became an alien to her pride,
Yet love was like unto war for them,
Never to seek it out, but be ready for it
It was untimely actions, with timely reaction
With his strong and profound endeavour,
Keeing love for her, sensational reservior
He tried to make all calculated rendezvous
Tete a tete he thought along,
His thoughts were futile
His dreams in vain
Such reality was a lie
Such a feeling was a healing.
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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