V

One day I was sitting with my head down, on my desk to my left with a silly frown. There she was, the one I knew, the one I loved, apart who grew. She was smiling or angry—I can't recall, I looked at her, and that was all. Everyone has one—that one in their life, one they love, but not a wife. 'Cause somehow always, it don't work out, and that's what first love is all about. Suddenly she turned and gave me a look, and trust me friends, that's all it took. I forgot all knowledge, forgot the book— I was mesmerized, my soul energized. I don't know when hours passed, days gone, years—alas. All I know, I lost her there, but she still lives everywhere: in scents, in songs, in art and rhymes, in sometime and every times, in water, in light, in air I breathe, in thoughts—and I follow her creed. Alas, it ended, there was no save. Her presence, a secret I take to grave.