What If Love Has No End!

 

It was a small bench

Not too long

Not longer than her whispers

At the corner of a common park

Guarded on all sides

By tall arrogant buildings

As if they feared

It would run away

Evening sunlight

Tanned her face golden

While the breeze from the north

Kept tossing her hair

Across her voluptuous mouth

I would brush the hair back from her face

To see her blushing every time

The crimson of her cheeks

Ah! The crimson of her cheeks

Would warm my heart

And the stammering smile

Faltering on the edges of her lips

Had unimaginable magical qualities

She would sit at the edge of the bench

Crossing her legs one upon other

Swinging one foot to and fro

Like an oscillating pendulum

As if marking each moment that passes by

I would ask her about her day

And she would whisper in my ear

“Better than yesterday, Love!

Better than yesterday!”

She would look at the blushing sunset

With child’s awe

Tears rolling down her golden face

As if something is also setting inside her

And then she turns towards me to ask

“What if everything comes to an end?

What if there will be no one to love?”

I wrap her in my arms

Look into her moist eyes

And whisper with a kiss

“What if love has no end!”

“My love!”

“No end at all”