My Selenophilic love

And,

In the cadence

Of her lilting tones,

I felt lost.

To this amorous fool,

They seemed like melodies.

Those inflections,

The haunting intonations

Seemed like rhythmic waves

Crashing on the shores

Of my heart suffused with love.

Yes, I was in love

This heart, my heart

Was utterly, devotedly hers.

 

Yet,

Every time she spoke

I felt myself sink deeper

Into the quagmire of her charms.

Did she love me?

I think not.

Does the moon love her selenophile?

 

But,

Even though my heart knew,

She could not be mine,

It still beat in furtive capture

To the merest tilt of her lips

To the tiniest crinkle

Of her eyes.

So what if she could not love me?

I loved her.

And, for me, that was enough.


Image credit – Artem Beliaikin via unsplash.com

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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4 comments

  1. You leave me speechless each time you pen something. ‘Does the moon love her selenophile?’ This sentence captures the essence of what you have highlighted. Truly, unrequited love.

  2. Wow! So full of yearning and yet a satisfaction in his unrequited Love for her.

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