Delusion of Love...

Once, I lived on a tree,

With everything green around

And other birds pretty.

An elegant view of hillock,

Where lived a little dunnock.

She came here,

Quite near;

She sang for us,

With no fear.

That day should have never ended;

When our eyes had met,

And she had smiled.

Tree had no bells,

But wind had chime,

With a voice so fine,

And a schematic rhyme.

Sunny galore of spring,

Had sent us warmth,

Clung with love in his ring.

And Cupid had sent Raven,

With flowers her favourite,

From garden of his heaven.

That day should have never ended;

When our eyes had met,

And she had smiled.

Mr. Snowfield had left,

As his snow got theft;

West wind came here

And dug his tent our near.

Then trees had swayed,

With dunnock that played,

A song from his tumbler;

The Cupid’s favourite number.

That day should have never ended;

When our eyes had met,

And she had smiled.

A day then came,

When there was no sun;

Only silence resided,

And no birds at fun.

With cold wind’s smack,

Mr. Snowfield was back.

No view of hillock,

No sign of little dunnock.

Gone were all birds,

Gone was that Raven;

Gone was our love,

With Cupid in heaven.

I turned to see,

If anyone was there,

Left alone like me.

I know,

She was the last to flee;

She forgot me,

And about my broken knee.

The last leaf then turned pale,

Its veins turned white,

And soon it fell.

That day should have never existed,

When she had left my hand;

She chose to move away,

And I died at our kaput stay. 

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