My last year valentine was filled with pleasure. I met love on the 14th day of February last year. I loved and felt loved. This Love swept me off my feet, it caused goose pimples to form on my skin and butterflies to flitter in my stomach. But at the end, it left a bitter taste in my mouth and tears in my eyes. The Love went sour.
Letter To My Lost Val (A tale of Lost love)
Our love went sour, It didn't withstand the test of time, the dry Harmattan breeze blew it away now our dreams look frozen before my eyes but embers of our love making still haunts me every waking hour.
Every night I wait at the meadow where mushrooms grows. Close to the mill, it's sounds muffled my screams of satisfaction. Every night I wait at the meadow with a candle in my hands, waiting for the man whose feathery touch makes me climax. With a candle in my hands I'm waiting lightning the parts and hoping I could be in your arms again like on the 14th of February last year.
You left me, it's sounds so unreal. I wish I can wake and find out it's just a dream. I'm still waiting, the hooting of the owl mocks me.
I'm waiting with tears in my eyes, My life a candle burning bright in my hands waiting to offer it again to you.
My life can be yours with all my dreams and aspirations. My life can be yours I want to spend all of my years with you. I am waiting at the medow where we had our first kiss with butterflies witnessing it at sunrise. I love you without knowing why, I wish you never left me. My eyes are wet I feel a nameless sadness. thoughts of you are still fresh in my heart as if it were yesterday.
Back at the cottage the sheets have lost your scent but I need them back. the house looks empty without you even the dog sniffs the sheets trying to get your scent back but it's gone. I'm living life from the back pages. The front pages looks blur. The middle pages are filled with memories from our failed romance.
So I don't have a choice but to wane like an old woman living life from the back pages. My life has lost its savor, life taste like bile.
I sit on the swing looking at the olive tree but not seeing it. Memories of your smile the only white on your ebony face causes my myorcardium to dissolve and form again.
I am waiting with my heart in my eyes, my life as a candle burning bright in my hands. Waiting for the man whose love can cause the wheel of my life to spin in the right direction.
This is a letter to my First love. My lost Val.
Poem By Vickydevoice.
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