He comes…

He comes... short poem

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He comes in like a buccaneer, tip toed
Into her life, conquering her dreams
Adding his own sweet hues and mystifying music
To her silence, deadly and intrepid
She wonders how each thought of his
Gives her joy and brings that long lost smile back so oft.
She marvels at love – the joy it fills in her heart
In every moment that she spends with him
And as she wonders, is he her prince
Who sought her after so long?
When her dreams are diminishing
And her beauty fading in the rising dusk
Hopes languished and desires weakened
As her spirit espies a living death with each moment gone by
She wonders if she deserves such joy
Or is this destiny’s next cruel ploy…

This poem is part of the Poetry Book 22 Poems You Should Read About Love and Life

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Preeti Govada is a freelance writer and poet. Born and brought up in Hyderabad, she’s done her MBA in Human relations and currently resides at Mumbai with her husband and son. She’s currently working on her upcoming book which is a collection of short stories. She loves observing people around her and integrating their experiences into her short stories and poetry. Besides dabbling at cooking, she enjoys travelling, browsing the internet, reading and spending time with her family. If you’d like to connect with her, you can email her at preetivandanamba@yahoo.co.in.
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He comes….a sneaky tone within no full stops shows in spirit how love is like a sail on a quiet sea – sometimes quite unpredictable. I like the nuances within this short piece.


This is a beautiful romance poem. He comes in like a night and shining armor fulfilling her dreams, yet she wonders if he is the one or if he is just misleading her. It is so hard to take a chance on love when we have been burned time and again. This is true no matter what age we are when this happens, I suppose to let God guide me would be my choice. Well written, you have an amazing gift with words.

Viswas Menon

nice work…keep it up…Preeti

Akhtar Jawad

She wonders if she deserves such joy
Or is this destiny’s next cruel ploy…


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