Tale of my love

Let me dip the quill
Into the ink of my memories,
To write the tale of my love
On the pages of romantic fantasies.

On a quiet spring walk
I found myself taking quick peeks,
Lost in the meadows of silly thoughts
Thoughts reddening my moist cheeks.

Oops! What just happened?
Our eyes finally made confessions.
Those butterflies in our stomach
Finally made some connections.

So as we turn the pages
Of this romantic novel,
We come across several chapters
Full of affection and a little quarrel.

But as the universe defines
The moon ought to change its shape every night
The sky which kisses the full moon
May seem moonless the other night.

On a quiet autumn walk
I again found myself engaged,
But now lost in the meadows of thoughts
Decorated with ideas of hopeless rage.

Now all I have is
A large white blank canvas,
Wanting to sketch the memories of togetherness
But the ink of love is over…