"Here, I've got something for you." I pulled out a folded paper from my jeans pocket.
"What is it?"
"Um, well it's my grocery list."
"Um-hmm. Really?" She raised her eyebrows suggesting mild sarcasm.
"Kidding. A poem I wrote..."
Shawn from 'Never a goodbye' writes a poem for Tennie before he leaves with her memories in his heart.
I was amidst faux masks of expressions
Overpowering
suffocation of an unknown crowd
I
witnessed a glimpse of a shimmering brilliance
A
mystical presence that began to astound
Flowing
hair with subtle streaks of silver
Your
little eyes that pierce through my soul
Those
balanced lips holding a natural pout
Your
golden face embellished with mole
Those
swift sharp feet seems always in a rush
But
quicker is your tongue that flows like a creek
Powerful
persona that amazes the world
Yet
a kind Tibetan heart which is utterly meek
Time
has it written, it never heard you lie
And
so is time so darling to you
Never
known to let slip a second in vain
A
rare admirable quality only seen in few
Something
strange there is in you
Something
beautiful that I can't explain
I
may be fantasizing, day-dreaming, hallucinating?
Though,
am I the one to blame?
Thoughts
of you don't trouble me at all
And
seldom you visit my dreams
Only
because you keep me awake at nights
You're
the priceless bright of my night that gleams
You
could tell a tale with silent words
Feel,
but you'll never express
Your
heart that sings a subdued ode
A
one that never blatantly frets
Never
a detail can slip past your watch
Admirable
is the way you observe
I
wonder where your humour is forged
Your
mind a thoughtful reserve
The
way you suppress a smile
And
the way you silently say “I care”
The
way you catch me red handed
When
I stupidly stare
The
way you stand up for right
And
yet appear harmless as dove
The
eyes of compassion and solicitude
A
heart filled with love
And...
Sometimes
I wonder if you're an angel
fallen
from heaven and hurt your butt
For
they look so rounded and attractive
as
if big lovely pumpkin given a perfect cut
As
you smile while reading that line
I
so wish to capture it while I can
Imagine
what they call us if we're together
Probably,
Miss. BenTen and Mr. Tan
I
love the way you call me names
Love
the way you pull my chains
The
way you just burst out in laughter
When
I “figuratively” eat your brain
I
must say I am utterly lucky
that
you and I met this way
and
if you could grin and bear a little darkness
Forever
I would love to stay
This poem had never seen light before, until now; upon special request. Thank you all for taking time to read my posts.
Copyright (c) 2016 Shine Jayakumar
