Ramblings of a mad lad

Heartfelt

A voice called, so sublime, natural as a chime

From the hem of the village of Heart.

An auburn voice of desire world's apart,

She gestured to come closer, mum as a mime.

Nearer i drew to the unwhispered invitation,

yet I always seemed a step in recession.

I follow forsaking caution in a true fit of passion,

a desire, a longing springs me to action.

She calls, she beckons, and a gullible like me listens,

into the forest harboring unbeknownst to me .

I call "Your name? what shall i call thee?"

she giggles "You know not, yet you accompany me!"

I confess "It's your charm on myself i cannot see."

I beg "A name, yours i wish to know"

She smiled "Come, follow, there is much i need to show"

I chased after a beckoning call,

through the thorns and a waterfall.

i fall as my knees give way,

yet i crawl towards her in a maddening sway.

My arms tire in searing pain,

and fall over in disheartening vain.

I lay there bleeding, bones and heart broken,

She stood over me pretty as ever and hair soaken.

She leaned in for a kiss, so sweet and swift,

and set my heart aflame and mind adrift.

She stood and smiled in sadness,

and said "It is time to part us".

"Wait!" i exclaimed desperate and frantic,

i crawled so yet, madly panting.

I called out "What do they call you?",

"Love" she said and vanished in a hue.

She disappeared quick as a raindrop in a downpour,

still she left me broken, bruised and yearning for more.