It’s kind of odd All the same a tad bit sad too Crossing the paths again After an unceremonious and Perhaps acrimonious end to all of it. Eyes, once sparkles at seeing me were As dead as that of a cod-fish Crimson cheeks, Ah That reminded of the setting sun The day we parted ways; Now a pale reminder of a Vampire’s leftover and Painful it was, seeing her like that. Her quivering lips, tried in vain To strike a smile May be not to weep. Yet, before the sighs and puffs Fan up the dormant cinders in me, I walked out Into the still raining night Whistling through the rain on my face “Where were you, When I weathered all these Rains alone?!
My beloved, The first time our eye’s met With our lives under the moon’s control And your curious lips went upon mine, My eye’s glimmered My beloved, The precious moments we composed together, The instants in which we felt