His heart locked in her memory’s prison
With a will strong and a belief of her arrival
He measured the path looking for her steps
Agreed that on her return, depended his survival.
In anticipation he watched clock’s arm tread,
Flushed with mixed feelings, beatific and dread
Hoping to glimpse her seraphic figure
Lest death should visit him first
He summoned his restless and continued to linger.
Countless years passed while he stood the same
Obdurate on not leaving, he dallied for his dame,
And just before his demise, towards him approached
The girl he had eyed for, finally came
But her soul and body had already been encroached.
She reached him but with another man by his side
He realized that promise to which she did not abide,
Also that her words had all gone for lies,
Though a glimpse of her face, painted on his face a smile
For at least he could witness her face, before he dies.