Sweet and Sour Love poems!

Bridgès to conquèr. . .

How many bridgès She had to conquèr to be in His arms?

too little time to complete the foremost task!

She could be there with him side by side, She wished,

to shower with her culinary skills,

Preparing meals and having it together,

In the same dining room where He resides,

Would have taken Her to Heaven with great pleasure.

But now, may be eating in the banquèt, was his daily chore.

It used to be a wonderful long distance relationship at the onset,

With an amazing sense of space and togetherness,

She knew time is like a river,

never aware how it passed like a blazer,

It didnt wait for anyone to taste the sweet water

Though serenity did not saunter,

Her heart twisted at the thought of not having Him around everyday

Missing his gentle caress on her chiffon lips,

Now it felt like an eclipse!

Here She was far and away, now becoming more distant by each passing day

May be She wasnt the only one to miss Him, she had thought,

But what we say is sometimes the opposite of what we feel,

She wanted him to show up, not everyday, but just once

She wanted to summon him impatiently,

With two things belonging to him left outside, She had desired

The two things consisted of his footwears and self-esteemed Ego, that transpired,

Oh it made it difficult to built bridgès with this as a Substratum,

But, still with all her heart,

She had again decided to conquer the bridges from the start!