Why? Poem by maya maini

A night to remember,
as I wait for him.
Tis been a long time,
in the making.

A dark night it was,
the moon put out her best robe.
But I waited in just my regular clothes,
for him I was the spark of his soul.

I put out my hand trying to hold that feeling,
of those fingers which stroke out different stories.
I can feel the truth, but his tongue tells a lie,
He says I am in his heart, but how can that be when it is with me?

A touch of those hands work worn,
I felt my senses stir with a strange longing,
when did it happen,
that we were in each other's arms?

Like pigeons homing in,
the lips just had thier own tales to tell.
the moment of that singular beat,
of hearts joined as one.

A timeless feeling of love,
for that is the only way to describe it.
a play thats been done again and again,
for all and for one.

It would be soon when bodies would mesh,
one with the other in the dance ageless.
Happens once, happens all the time,
only when it happens to me,
can I say its a scheme of a master!