I had written this poem earlier which described Purab's state of mind. However I never got around to posting it.
Also, poetry is not one of my best skills, so please do excuse me.
The Shadow
He watched from the darkness
His eyes glowing
Hopeful
That she would understand
The depth of his feelings
She was as bright as a firefly
Vivid, pure and full of life!
His heart was a rose
On the brink of blooming
Waiting for the light of her eyes
To shine down upon him
With love
The shadows whispered
But he ignored them
One night
Amidst the silver of the moonlight
She smiled shyly
At him
The rose bloomed
A bright, youthful red
Light filled the dark
Joy glowed golden
Within
The shadows whispered
But, he ignored them
She was there
But she wasn't
Her brightness seemed to fade
Near him
Her tears saddened him
For he could not understand
Why she shed them
The shadows hissed urgently
Scorching him
Yet he would not listen
One waxing past
The moon shone again
Dazzling and hopeful
She smiled once more
But not at him
The rose withered
Shedding bloody petals
The shadows whispered once more
And he listened
Willingly
Turning formless and dark
A shadow among shadows.
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MR2006, I love Purab just as much as you do. Please do not blend into the shadows. Please return to the forum.
Regards,
Mystica