Missing
It wasn’t long ago, when I held her and whispered gentle prayers into her waiting ear. I stroked her beautiful chestnut hair and trailed modest kisses over her brow. She smiled, she laughed as I wooed her, she wanted me near. We stayed together in the darkness, fingers intertwined, breathing soft and slow. She was the sunshine on my restless soul. Now, I fear to admit, something has changed.
Eyes filled with wonder, she would giggle in delight at each intoxicating moment of our love. Lips pressed against my neck she would murmur sweet promises of our future. I would dip her as we danced beneath the stars and without fail- she would swoon. Yet now, nothing is quite right.
Where sensuous warmth once blossomed, there is now a cool distance. When I sing to her, she dares not even bat a lash. Shadows have crept from the dusty corners of my heart, encapsulating the rays of her love. And there is no more to be had from her, she has shut away her affections, leaving me abashed and confused.
I have cried to her, begged upon my knees for her forgiveness. I have professed my undying adoration, showered her with gifts ... but nothing stirs her love for me. She has spurned me, turning an icy shoulder to our once fiery passion. I despair! But Lord, I shall never give up on her.
So still she sits, so quiet and unwavering, a statue of disdain as I cry at her side. No touch impels her body. No words rouse her heart. So I choose to be still and silent with her. I will do whatever it takes to keep her, whatever she needs.
There is a vacancy in her eyes. Staring, staring, and staring. She no longer pushes me away when I close them, but they never stay closed. Behind her veil she is always watching. And like a rose trimmed from its bush, I treat her gently, because she can no longer care for herself.
Though her hands are cold and dry, I hold them tightly. Though the skin of her lips has begun to crack and peel, I kiss her. I shall not desert her when she is so vulnerable. I will not walk away. Burned up from the inside, I will not say goodbye. Nothing will make me leave her. Even death cannot stop my love.
Eyes filled with wonder, she would giggle in delight at each intoxicating moment of our love. Lips pressed against my neck she would murmur sweet promises of our future. I would dip her as we danced beneath the stars and without fail- she would swoon. Yet now, nothing is quite right.
Where sensuous warmth once blossomed, there is now a cool distance. When I sing to her, she dares not even bat a lash. Shadows have crept from the dusty corners of my heart, encapsulating the rays of her love. And there is no more to be had from her, she has shut away her affections, leaving me abashed and confused.
I have cried to her, begged upon my knees for her forgiveness. I have professed my undying adoration, showered her with gifts ... but nothing stirs her love for me. She has spurned me, turning an icy shoulder to our once fiery passion. I despair! But Lord, I shall never give up on her.
So still she sits, so quiet and unwavering, a statue of disdain as I cry at her side. No touch impels her body. No words rouse her heart. So I choose to be still and silent with her. I will do whatever it takes to keep her, whatever she needs.
There is a vacancy in her eyes. Staring, staring, and staring. She no longer pushes me away when I close them, but they never stay closed. Behind her veil she is always watching. And like a rose trimmed from its bush, I treat her gently, because she can no longer care for herself.
Though her hands are cold and dry, I hold them tightly. Though the skin of her lips has begun to crack and peel, I kiss her. I shall not desert her when she is so vulnerable. I will not walk away. Burned up from the inside, I will not say goodbye. Nothing will make me leave her. Even death cannot stop my love.
I love this. The emotion is palpable and made my heart hurt a little bit. Really well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mel! :D
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