Those mornings dawned <br />With songs and scent and colour, <br />There was a hope, a thrill <br />To meet you, <br />You the daughter of eve <br />Who could have pacified <br />My fuming manly heart <br />With satiation less love, <br />Who could have cured <br />My burning aches <br />With a cool soft touch. <br />Now also mornings dawn <br />But so practical and real <br />For no more wait for you, <br />No thrill, colour, scent, song…<br /><br />J thampi Jayasingh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-628/
