My Dearest Colleague Is About To Quit … Poem by Bojael lamarkho

My dearest is going to get married soon.
So I am decreasing the sequence of the flirts.
And as much as happiness brought by, to our zone,
Her walk away afterwards, is what really hurts.

Though her sight is the only view between different sorts,
I like to ponder to, early morning and mid afternoon,
Not much of care had been spent ago towards,
And always, thought it had ceased all kinds of passion.

My dearest is a friend, no more and not less
Who I used to kid on and spell on flirts lately.
And what an unforgiving regret, that has taken place
When sphere of attraction, did prevail unexpectedly.

Yes, but this stealthy attraction has its opposite augury,
Though, it wouldn’t drag upwards any mystery abyss.
Well, she knows best who I am within our work society,
And I know best who she is, though our contacting was the less.

My dearest sounds glamour voice from my perspective
Which, noticed even between all sounds and their means
That makes working a lot easier and substantially creative
Unless the silence game, from both our sides begins.

Her voice in our environment is special and distinctive,
And always a pleasure for my senses when they hearkens
Its smooth sound, when births on its way upwards an attractive
Fancy worlds followed with swarmed colorful gardens.

My dearest and I sometimes play a game called silence
Which, who begins the conversation first, loses in that day.
It becomes as critical sometimes and extends its presence,
As it burns out our nerves and causes some works to a delay.

I guess we have no spoken commons as we have the response
For a mutual actions setting how would we both act that day.
Under my hands, I would rather to find the extreme chance
That would keep her in competition, and let her stay.

Well, my dearest is going to get married soon.
So I am decreasing the sequence of the flirts.
And as much as happiness brought by to our zone,
Her walk away afterwards, is what really hurts.