My Love, Today when you told me That 'something' Happened to you As I sat close to you Whenever you were there With me And I with You.
Trust Me ' I don't even remember On how many such occasions That 'something' happened to you When and where' What day, and what place. Yet I do remember That very lovely smile On your handsome face Those twinkling eyes of yours And the way you used to Scribble your head With those seductive Fingers of yours' Setting your hair straight Combing your fingers through
And my Love, Today when you confessed About those 'very difficult' times When you felt it so hard To stop yourself From falling all over me'
I felt wonderful ! Being desired by you For I've always desired you Psychologically, emotionally And physically - Like a woman would desire The man of her life To whom she wants to be a Life-long wife.
Once and for all, If we could turn the clock back And those moments of desire Would come to us again I wish you were not so Hesitant And neither was I So very coy. I wish you could come Falling for me' Seeking me With love and passion.
And I would have had Demurely, Blushingly Yet so very truly Given in to you With my true emotions That are still Very much there' For you, and you and you After all these years Of living in separation.
Call it the Game of Time Or Destiny May be a lot to do With God's Decree. That when I felt for you And You felt for me I kept quite and So did you.
If that one last time Whenever it was - Out of all the times You had desired me When I sat next to you Talking all and sundry. That one very moment You could have let it out And I could have had The Guts To say it all out - How very much I truly loved you Deeply desired you And even do Till this very day.
That one moment in time Ripe in passion and in love Would have changed Our destinies forever' And I would have asked you To marry me, to make me yours I would have faced the world for you If only you would have been mine.
Yes ' That moment in time Lost to posterity Still has its fleeting glimpses In us In the memories we share For we know However much we care For each other. Now ' You are no longer That Virgin Man And I am no more that Virgin Woman To offer our Virgin love and passion To each other. You and me Busy with our families Being married elsewhere Now seek comfort And respite In the memories of days gone by'
And some consolation That there is a relationship We hope to cherish Till death makes us part That is our long-distance Time-tied, life-long Friendship.
And what more can we do As we always do' Than me write a poem And you read it through Of a once Virgin Man Who had feelings for A once Virgin Woman. Yet so blissfully unaware That he was the Man The Love of her Life Whom she would have loved To beget sons and daughters As his very beloved wife.
