Nira’s Tale of Love: V

It was his maiden day at varsity,

An expert in rhetorical propensity.

                  

On towering heel walked she;

Her innocent look killed thee.

Her silent rape of filial obedience;

Succumbed in the lap of childish prudence.

With her friends, mother and at home,

She felt an uneasy, busy and calm.

Her cursed days were an abomination of a child within;

Set in the dark wood was her monologue beginning.

His witty lines coupled with grace and Greek look;

He lured every feminine of the book.

Untouched by all worldly affairs he avoided all;

After a maiden meeting nobody even dared him to call.

Pinned down by her grace of the body;

She dozed lying on the bed of plenty.