Lovelorn

Could it be the state of tranquility Despite the times they are being loquacious Or this event of serendipity For meeting this person quite so gracious Is it his presence is a sweet lagniappe Or their bond that caused an epiphany The fact his absence feels like a cold snap That her feelings are a polyphony It’s personality in plethora Which is refreshing just like petrichor That sets off in her mind an aurora Depicting sensations of her ardour It’s that he treats her with delicacy That sets off these great feelings blossoming She puts words to them with hesitancy For her fear of the others gossiping She hides in a place abyssopelagic To veil that he is her panacea As if emotions will leave like magic Is that not just the dumbest idea Who’s she kidding they are diaphanous A statement that she says with some languor Practicing a great deal of ascesis When really they should be allowed to soar But he gives a place of felicity A place some might say is just limerence A thing that is quite the duplicity She knows that she can see the difference Her affection can appear galactic But to her it is just a silhouette Perhaps giving her an ataractic Will dim her down and she’ll cause less upset To him she is just incendiary An explosive she is the quintessence A fact becoming evidentiary In it exhibiting its fluorescence She wished for a soothing elixir They sent her a voice so mellifluous However it’s not his job to fix her Whilst she is in this state of pensiveness And now she senses a quadrivium There is an insight into her psyche She is praying for her elysium For her own life to end in syzygy