Gorgeous and lovely,
beautiful was she,
happy go lucky,
merry as one can be,
sheltered with love,
groomed with care,
what was life to her,
but blessings so fair,
to fail, she knew not
what it was,
boredom never touched
her busy doors,
life was but a garden
of fragrant red roses
all the way, and yet,
as she turned twenty,
the plenty she had,
did not make her sway.

Her heart craved,
for more of
she knew not what,
the garden did not
charm her anymore,
nor did the
wealth and success
she knew she was
so lucky to have,
and hence one night,
when the new moon
that wasnt so bright,
she glided away
from the luxury
of her mansion,
looking she knew not
for what,
but, god knew,
she felt no tension.

He found her
fast asleep
under an acacia tree,
what a beauty,
a scene he knew
he would not
forget in a hurry,
wondering whether
he should wake her,
or leave her
in her land of nod,
he sat close to her,
and did not move
from the spot,
not daring to
caress her lovely hair,
or touch her cheek
with all flair,
or kiss her
softly on the lips,
dear god, when would
she wake up, this miss?

Love a first sight,
or was it a magical delight,
that they spent hours,
and days and weeks,
together in the woods,
living off love,
or something like love,
that spurng all over,
dishes and food,
a hut he made for her,
chopping woods
in gladness that it was
mild summer,
he taught her to cook
and clean and sew,
and she knew now,
what she missed
was everything thing new,
happiness shone on
her beautiful face,
forgotten was the
whole world,
and its every race.

A month of
togetherness,
and the emotion
which may have been
sheer love was
just a day away,
and she thought
to surprise him,
with something
different today,
she strung leaves
and wove a dress,
cooked food,
hoping he would be
very much impressed,
she waited for him
to be back that day,
until night came
and went away,
four nights
and four days
went by as she lay,
weak and wanting,
until her dad
found her almost dying.

Who was he,
that had
shown her life
the way she
never knew before,
who was he
that taught
her to love
from her heart's core,
who was he
that loved her
for a month,
and left her
without a hope,
who was he
who dared to use her
like a store,
who was he
who discarded her,
disregarded her,
hurting her
like life was
worth no more,
oh dad, thank you
for saving her
from the world,
where black
was black
which she had heard of,
and white was
the way she knew it,
but the shade of gray
that she was unaware of,
was the worst of all,
and she wished today
she hadn't ventured
from her position to fall.