Maiden's Love
In her spring of sixteen, was when she fell for him.
Times spring displays the beauty of nature in grandest elegance.
Now in nineteenth, under the solitary moonlight, she sits and grieves of the sorrows of her errant love,
Like the sailors meticulously vigils the erratic winds of the sea,
She talks of her love like the river that followed a wandering course.
A little longer and i see the sorrows and agony in her changing face,
And laments of her gracious love bewildered,
Embracing the breeze she speak of merry moments which once was hers,
And dubiously speaks of if he still misses her,
And ponders of the great love she once shared in his arms,
And murmurs softly of how she misses those days,
And how she muses at the sight of lovers walking holding hands,
Three years with him, the times shared which only God and they knows of,
With sadness she mutters of how she misses walking hand in hand wit him,
Times he'd carry her when she tires out,
Times they ate together,
The songs sung and listened,
Rainfalls soaked together,
The arguments, small and big,
Moments cried together,
The warmness of his embraces,
How he would embosom, comfort her in deepest troubles,
Times he would stoop and tie her laces,
And whiningly speaks of his absence,
And murmurs a little more sadly of how she came across different people like the seasons,
Good and bad, lovable and hateful, mean and kind,
How none would fill the void in her heart and fit his place.
As the birds of spring escapes the cold winter,
She escapes the love of every man,
And contradicts of how time heals broken hearts,
And sits under the solitary moonlight cold in love.
And ends this chronicle with faith that somewhere in a yon she will find love again,
If not as true as she once loved the patron soul in him..
poem by Sukkum Chang
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