True Love...She Poem by Noel Horlanda

Walk through the boulevard
A bed of roses along the highway
At a distance…a figure I did see
My chest began to beat hard
Hammered as if a thousand drums
Like soldiers marching up and down
Then began to falter
Rubicund fluid rushes up
Organ of intellect unconscious
Darkness all about, conquers in due time

Day star woke up my wits
A steel out of its casing
Pricks up the life’s pump
Ready to burst into kingdom come
Appendage reached out emptiness
Unreceived, crestfallen
Not to abandon but to stand up
What’s right, the feeling within
A feeling unknowledgeable
A blank wall before me

Strong and robust
Proceeded to where the figure is
Armed with acumen, keen insight
But shrewd and fearless
Dressed to prink, insuperable
As if wearing a diadem on top
Looking like miscreant, puerile
And proselytized the true love I dreamt
Surprise the prize momentarily

Grandee on bended knees
Taciturn, hauteur, querulous
Vituperate did she become
Tremulous am I
Brave only betimes
To defend ‘til death
Wrong or right
Ascribed her in my heart
There was animadversion
But finally a cosset