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