Again, Love came to visit me,
Bold as a Lion, and finding me coy,
She beckoned to stay,
The search was now at bay.
We met in nature,
Away from preying eyes,
That is where I caught her eye.
It was her lovely grin, her broad smile,
Knowingly, I smiled back,
We giggled, happy as a lark,
I thought, “I have found my luck!
She said, “So you are Bernard?”
I said, “No, I am Benard!”
“I will call you Bernard,” She said.
I said, “That’s allowed.”
You see, I had to start it somewhere,
So it started there,
What else could I do?
A man avowed to solitude.
In sixty seconds, she said,
I want to live with you,
I want to be yours,
I want to know you,
I want to grow old with you!
I said, “Oh you’re so funny.”
She said “Yeah?
Well I cannot see anyone else smiling in here.
I said “Are you sure you want to live with me?
You want to see whatever I see.
You want to hear whatever I hear.
You want to eat whatever I eat.
You want to read whatever I read.
But, she did not understand,
She just smiled and held my hand.
She insisted,
I want to sing along with you,
Laugh along with you,
Farm with you,
And do the stupid things that you do.
Dusk descended, and we parted ways,
I thoughtfully reasoned, no hurry now,
I shall have your number soon,
And we shall meet on 3rd June.
But Alas! She was taken!
I am telling this in pain,
Love visited me again,
But finding me busy again,
She fled with the dawn!
