I have a confession to make, She said at last But Alas! The eighty year old love remained unsaid And he sat by her grave insensate.
As the memories rewind in his mind That of the beautiful spring Where they first met In the midst of an unwavering tide.
Shared a bench, Became friends, By degrees best friends, Unknowingly soulmates.
He loved her,so did she But refused to acknowledge, as she did Days passed briskly. Nights became risky So did their unspoken love,
Years went by, seasons passed They met He had a ring his hand And so she had her wedding card.
He thought she would adduce, She thought he would Both refuse He loved her enough to let her withdrew.
But at last in her hospital robe In the bed of roses, she remained silent And spoke to him In a thousand different ways.
His world was monochrome She brought in colors And left it colorless...