Love

It was a day when the rain has stopped and the night was calm and quiet. I have my stallion a splendid dinner of hay. It was resting under an oak tree. I thought that he needed a ride now. So my stallion and I started a journey. He ran as fierce as a storm. In the chillness of the night, I lost myself in my love. My love stayed near a chapel. The wind swayed back and forth, the stars glittered like lanterns lit. I gazed at the birds on the bough. They were making love passionately. I recalled those moments in which we were immersed deeply in love with each other. My love had the face of the moon, charms of a princess, eyes like the deep blue sea, lips like red cherry, voice sweet like a nightingale. My thoughts turned to my stallion who looked weary and hungry. I whispered in his ears."We are about to reach".

We reached my love's abode. I opened the back door to give her a surprise.

The room was scented with her perfumes like bloomed roses from a fresh garden. The portraits hung on walls each depicting the stages of our courtship. I saw her, 'My love', resting on an easy chair. My eagerness could not wait any longer. I rushed towards her. She was silent like death. Her wrist was cut. And a note on her blue velvet dress, " I'm gone", my love, a dying patient, I was...