Rendition Of Love – Not The First, Not The Last, Just The Best

Rendition Of Love   Not The First, Not The Last, Just The Best long poem

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My first phone call, your first hello
Your first text, the first time we met;
My first thoughts and your first words
If only for a day, was it supposed to last?

A moment’s glance that happened by chance
Left an impression which reflected in my expression;
I could not sleep, I could not eat
My mind was scheming for a chance to meet;
I had the number, I had the name
I sent an SMS – my heart is to blame

What are the chances, I thought:
A simple reply, meant
You forgot me NOT;
A silent phone, without a ring
Would only leave my heart to sting

A sweet reply is how it began
It did not stop, for there was a plan
A few more calls and a lot of text
An invitation to the home bird’s nest

The frequent visits, the constant talks
We were birds from the same flock
A deeper sense of belonging grew
To be with you, was all I knew

A stalker within, I was piling on thee
Leaving no space or air to breathe,
Resentment unleashed, in the fashion of text
‘Tis was the end, My fault – I Accept

My heart wouldn’t listen
My brain wouldn’t work
Silence crept sudden
Like I’d been run over by a truck

I know not How, I know not Why
My phone ring tells me – I have a reply
You sent me an apology – sorry for the pain
I replied – Hey let’s meet again

Coffee & Conversations, Movie & Dinners
Shopping & Cooking & a lot of Gifting
Sharing our Joys, Most of my Sorrows
Butterflies in my stomach, I was struck by Cupid’s Arrow

On a day that was sunny, completely fun-filled
A night that was chilly with the entire thrill
Over a can of beer, I made a wrong move
One that I regret and will stay with me through

My heart felt heavy, I could feel the strain
I know I messed up, but could not bear the pain
You wouldn’t answer, would not reply
This time it felt worse, thought I would die

My phone blinks, I have a text
No sweet reply but a clear reject
‘Tis was the End, I thought to myself
Only to be left, with Memories upon a Shelf

Was it fate or Destiny,
Or a kind heart that took Pity
A sweet reply came my way
I was cautioned to stay at Bay

Slow and Steady our friendship grew
What once looked lost, began anew
Time and Tide began to unfold
A bond of Love, a story untold

Now as the days pass and so do the months
My love for thee remains constant
If ever another wrong I make
Please forgive me love, it’s my heart’s mistake

My Rendition now, has come to an end
But my love for thee continues to strengthen
Today, Tomorrow & Forever More
I will Love You, MIND, BODY & SOUL.

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ammu sachariah

Very beautiful poem. Inspiration of Love was visible through out your poem.


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