ronik braveheart

The Loyal One - Poem by ronik braveheart

yours loyal is somewhere in this world.

Never look for a good face as your mind say,
Because it will turn old one day.
But look for a loyal heart,
That will miss you each and every day,
yes the loyal one who would make your face through his architects of sand and clay,
the loyal one who would wake up in snowy morning to envision your face replacing the hay,
the loyal one who could read your emotions in all possible ways.

By hand of god, the loyal one longs for your presence,
and curses the all mighty in your absence.
When on the shore, the sea born breeze kisses the sweat at his chest and neck,
when the loyal one feels your presence at his back.

In the loyal, some kind of compassion lies,
which would flow out at the end of your life,
Drop by Drop, seemingly unending tears would pour out of eyes,
as the loyal, maybe a rational,
would try to compel and believe in afterlife.

The loyal is ready to face any resistance on the earth,
because one view of yours would be all the worth.
On the Doomsday, the loyal will even cross the bloodstream,
for it would be the last chance to meet you
and fulfill the everlasting Dream.

You got to believe, the loyal ones are very few,
and somewhere the real ones longing still for YOU.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011

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