I take one last look at love

autumn

From afar I watched.
Filing to memory all details.
The wind ruffling your hair.
A smile forming on your lips.

I followed your line of sight.
He stood alone under the tree.
His face hidden in the shadows.
Was that a smile for you?

A drama unfolding quietly.
From the park bench I watched.
These two, their body language.
Of love shining in hungry eyes.

Are they secret lovers?
Of love forbidden, time stolen.
Precious moments no one can know.
Theirs, a love doomed from the start.

But no; your eyes are honest.
Your body not rigid with fear.
You melt into his arms.
Love radiates, I hear you laugh.

I envied you, love just blossoming.
The kiss ends, you draw apart.
He holds your hand, you do the same.
Eyes locked, you lean-in for another kiss.

Time I left the lovers alone.
I get up slowly, my bones creak.
Leaning on my walking stick,
I take one last look at love.

By C.E. Pereira
(18-1-2016)

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Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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