Thread: Last-minute

♥Last- Minute♥



All alone in a park is where she is,

Thinking about her lover's spoken words

Rendering her almost speechless,

Discouraging a heart to give in...



The gentleman was once a friend

Never thought that being would confess

His adornment to a person like her

A being by no means acquainted with love...



The impoverished lass, deprived of all good:

Shed warm tears upon hearing

Words that created butterflies in her belly;

Shut her hazel-brown eyes tightly.



The gentleman perceived by looking,

His beloved lass was not speaking

Breaking his heart persistently

Bended on his knees gloomily.



The tragedy, now unfolded

That a kind gentleman, with all the goodness

Will never find love as strong as oak

To an impoverished lass, without anything at all.



The Gentleman, standing from bended knees

Stares affectionately to his beloved's eyes,

Tears beginning to swell up his eyes,

Bellows his love once more.



Disheartened by the circumstances,

The Gentleman embraced the poor lass

Into his gentle and assuring arms,

Utters that he'll wait, until the day comes.



In the arms where she rests,

The lass slowly calms down from crying

The Gentleman breaks his embrace,

Stands up, wears his hat and walks away.



The lass, opening her eyes slowly

With her tears almost blinding;

Sees the gentleman with difficulty

His figure was fading softly



The lass stunned on her spot

Finding her lover's figure was a-fading

For the last-minute, she shrieked

That she awes the kind gentleman.



The lass, weeped to her heart's content

All the earth, heeds to her crying

Unhappy for being such a hopeless being

Unable to give her love a right.



For the last-minute, the lass confessed

Her adornment to the kind gentleman

Though unsure if the confession is heard

The poor lass waits until the time comes.

author's notes: Thanks for reading, I made this poem on the last-minute. Comments and suggestions are welcomed. Thanks ^^