Come Back to Me My Angela.......

I still Remember

Those lustrous eyes with dreams within

That blissful face & cherry lips

Smiling as those of a blushing bride

Twitch of cheeks

And frightening shrieks

As some four-legged grazed by

Stamping of feet

And a complaining cry

Naughty Nudge

And a nursing grudge with wave of arm

which would not harm but only pass with a touch

Those raven trees which no press

against my shoulders

Unique the cast that did mould her

Such was she

Behold her..... Behold her.......

Yes I still remember how our love grew

Missing everything you used to do

More so, while missing you.

True love it was, no way lust

That made you batter with such fuss

Things could never more be the same

Gone were the days of Prince and Dame

My love was now called all rust

Gone were you, sure you must

Myself has truly weathered

Since let more storms

& my body is tired of all norms

Sight now weak, still does seek

Your dreary form in my flooded eyes

In the mist soon will sink.

But before that i only wish................

Come back to me, with all your ways

Come back to me, bringing back those days

Come back to me, with all your charms

Come back to me, with wide open arms

Come back to me, be it with all vendetta

Still Come back to me, my Angela

Come back to me, my Angela

Pilot..

[P.S: this poem is ... sorry do not like to share....]