Beneath that windowsill of adoration
we waited with that zealotry of youth
and yearned, for just one more glimpse
that would lead, to one more: everything…
Assured, by our ears pulsating drumbeat
that our feelings were more trustworthy
than any vaulted currency of prideful, restraint
and eventually when our reward, beamed
from what we deemed, as our lighthouse of hope
oh - what fervent joy we tasted of life, leaping
to declare proud our loves, blinkered certainty
draped, in that vehemence of a starlit night.
Once, when stars winked at us mischievously
and smiles, knew no border lines
we too, were foolhardy Romeo’s
for those cherished Rosaline’s: in our lives…
© L. B. Mek
August 2021