Bizarre Romance

I heard the strangest story once
About a bizarre romance
Which ended rather oddly also
The one who told I can’t recall, so
We’ll call him simply Mr. Say,
For story’s sake, or so to say
The story was about him,
That is for sure…
Hence come with me
…and please…endure

Young man with neatly shaven face
A noble pointy nose, a brownish case
Both eyes and lips are soft and wavy
Always an airy look, as if he’s weary
Maybe a writer… some might say
Leading his life, from day-to-day
Not giving sense to what awaits
Just crafting dreams, forgetting dates
You know,
Another bright, but puzzled soul
In search for meaning, like we’re all

It was a bright and sunny week,
He spent most time just staying weak
Just reading, writing, nothing more
As this is all, he could adore
His heart, his soul, his growing mind
Earned warmth from poetry and prose
Say’s absent love, lived in those
And her,
He truly didn’t, try to find
For reasons, no one could explain,
He didn’t have time, to entertain
Another second of brief passion
All this, has long gone from his fashion.
He was preoccupied with life
Although,
The thought of future wife
Was always pleasing
Though terribly brain-teasing

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‘A day in park’, -he thought-, ‘would do me good
Cure of fresh air, might change the mood
When I watch children play
They make me wonder, after - smile
Later, my dreams I solder, while
I no longer decide to stay’

O please don’t blame
My dear reader
Our hero for weakness
It purely was just youthful stress
When he cried to his mind
‘I need her’

No clue he had, where love was hiding
He waited for that blink, that’s binding
For signs, he didn’t know himself
He looked, -he thought-, on every shelf
And everywhere, he only met
The pleasures, after which - regret

Our dear Say was rather down
In his thinking
His eyes were rarely blinking
His heart, was constantly at pace,
As if it rushed to leave, or win a race,
Full of confusion, full of questions
And in return,
A handful of confessions

Was he at crossroads of all ways?
Was he deciding where to turn?
Or was it, just a short life’s yawn
Before a coloured, sparkled, blaze?

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Our heroine will be as follows:

No ‘women connoisseur’ ignored her presence,
No boy, didn’t throw no lustful look
Her ancestors, were simple peasants,
And nothing… nothing kept her on a hook
Unique she was, in her own manner
The looks she threw, the words she chose
If broken down - not a stunner
Though for the ‘hearted’, more than close…

Her entrance, carried berry scent,
Her breath of ice and ‘Spring’s attempt’
Her silky skin, of adding imperfections,
Last drop: her eyes-
Their infinite reflections……
Enchanting was she, above all
Though lonely was her yellow soul.

In any circle she would lead,
With tact of care she’d proceed,
To anyone: a maid, a Count
Of all in need she’d keep account
‘Born with a smile’, - many said
While no one truly knew how sad
The true life of our lady was:
Confused, without a fitting cause
She couldn’t see where she was going,
She was upset, great stress was showing
She couldn’t find the point in all,
Mazes of questions, her mind strolled
In all those lonely moments,
Which were for her, unearthly torments…

…She simply needed, someone there,
To watch for her, to love, to care…

She knew, one day he’ll come,
Her ‘unexpected’, her ‘all-in-one’
‘One day’, -her diary she told-,
‘I will wake up with morning’s cold,
The sun will be scratching horizon,
I’ll softly rub, - open my eyes, and
Smile, knowing it’s today,
That lovely day, on which I meet him.’

That’s how our heroine presumed
Her life will later be pursued
How love, one day will finally come
How one and one, will one become…

No dream, to her, could have foretold,
The way her story will unfold.

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What can I tell you, dear listeners?
I’m sure by now, that you could guess
The way their life, will them caress
The way, unearthly chance,
Will bring two lonely souls together
Life often takes such stance,
And no, nothing can stop it,
Not even stormy weather.

Although, to say the least, my friends,
As you all know of all the trends,
Which course of days so often takes
We all know life, - it never fakes…
Life often is, -I heard, of course-,
Some God’s caprice, some mimic force
So let’s endorse their lives’ sweet tease.

Their first encounter starts here,
So follow me, it won’t be clear…
I’ll briefly touch on what‘s occurred
On what has happened, wat gebeurt?
You see? I warned…however follow,
For now I’m off, come back tomorrow.


That day was full of rain at first
It could have cured some homeless’ thirst
And then, despite all forecasts for midday
Came long awaited sun – our Say
Went for a walk

It wouldn’t be unfair to notice,
That Say was in poetic mood
His face was bright, his soul was nude
He only needed pen and paper,
To lay words down, ‘I’ll lay them later,
After all, the beauty of the day s’ so grand
I can postpone…’ - soul’s reprimand.

He was for sure of unique sort,
The way he heard his soul report
The way he spoke with it and listened
As if he was forever christened
With special sense, some special force
Of which he never knew of course.

And so, he went for a day’s stroll
He looked around, made recalls,
He glanced at children, like he did,
He noticed smiles, some childish bids,
He was as always moved and touched,
By innocence in them, their truth
‘It is a shame that ends their youth
As afterwards…there isn’t much…’

As he had passed by city park
A thought had come, a burning spark
‘I need to leave, I need to go,
I can no longer throw … my time away
Can’t live astray…I’ll take the arrow,
Stretch my bow, and go, and go,
And go, and go …’

Decision made - his soul relieved,
All will be cured - so he believed.
He turned for home, to get some rest
Then suddenly, strange pain in chest
Just for a blink his soul arrests
He stops in shock… pain leaves,
Looks up and sees, between the trees,
How something white is carried
By the breeze
Attentively, he walks towards,
He makes few steps…and feels
How world …accords,
How everything makes sense:
The sense in time; in life that’s tense,
The children now have found their place,
In his philosophies of space
Now everything, had found its point,
Point was in front, to it adjoined
His north and south, east and west,
Were all directing to one crest
Soul screamed, brain melted, heart had bled,
Our loveless Say –forever dead

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In simple words – he fell in love
He saw and loved, that was enough
The feeling that he felt inside,
His fantasies of future bride,
Came all together, all at once,
When he had had a little glance
At this ‘white creature’,
“… what a chance,…
…I can’t believe…”
Was all his brain could now perceive




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She noticed him. Then looked away,
Continued, with an elegant sway
One wouldn’t tell a sign of notice
No extra glance, no smirk, no grin,
Although, she could no longer focus,
As if her eyes had lost their spin
She looked in front, then to the sides,
And realised-she lost her stride
She had forgotten how to walk
She stopped and leaned against an oak
Her breath was heavy, heart-rate boomed
Knees trembled, paleness groomed
Alive volcano, was she now,
Erupting, bursting…cooling down
On grass she sat, when sight came clear
In front he was, called her ‘My Dear’,
She couldn’t smile, she nodded gently,
As if accepting him, just there,
He looked, she stared, ‘o…please let me…’
Say asked, sorting her wavy hair.
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And so my darling listeners,
We’re here
Our heroes’ meeting is made clear
On one end love, had now commenced
Its time for climax, for events


A year had passed, since that first glance
Say had not left, such was his chance
To stay near her, to care for her
That year had flown in a blur
Days haven’t changed as such for them
Say led that same high lifted life
He wrote, he wondered, did not stem
Although he’d lost a little drive
As all he wrote, was just of love
Of love for her, ‘love from above’
He thought that he was surely blessed
That God had him by her caressed
He was both thankful and unsure
Of what to do, how to secure…
He was near her, she stayed near him
Just of what more can lovers dream?

But he kept wanting, wanting more
He needed life to find a shore,
Where he and she could break from all
Where he could her forever call
And she would hear, without fail
Whatever he had under veil

So Say kept searching for safe grounds
Where they could find what love abounds
What brings to love, that sacred peace
Which he had thought, they missed - brain’s fleece
He wondered, thought and finally came
To point where he had lost the flame
The spark, the light, which drew him near
Whom he had dreamt of, his sweet dear

He could not find an explanation
He had it all, with exclamation
Her love was there
Her loving care
She never left him
Didn’t dare
And still…that flare
That made him lose
All what he had, without clues
To clear reasoning of facts
Of what his love so much distracts

And so, as earlier decided
Our Say, by sorrow and confusion blinded
Had stretched his arrow, bent the bow
And left, with just one thought -
To go

He travelled far, in search for truth
He followed instincts to find proof
Of what he had, being his part
In life to play, with his young heart

A year had passed, before he turned
With cleared head, with soul reformed
For home, where he had thought
His lady had, to love him sought
He wasn’t wrong, she did what was awaited
She sat, and window slated
For not returning to her Say
Her man, her love, her sun in day
So he came back, and they have hugged
She cried a little, found him rugged
He smiled at her, then threw a stare
Into her watering, eyes’ glare
As she had felt what was to come
He looked, while clouds took the sun
Then rain with pride had started dripping
While Say began his speaking, slipping
Away she looked, Say stopped the words
He took his coat and left,
On such accords
Has ended, what so coloured was
Before his thinking brought its cause

2008-2009
08/04/09