She Is coming to my rest chair

flower chocolate

Today I sit

On my rest chair,

And the pretty face

Comes in the thin air;

The caring voice
and those tender touches,
I do await for all of Fancy’s clutches.

The day turned to an eve’s shade

Still, I hear not a knock,

I waited for her all day long
to my lame rest chair’s shock!

And as night slowly beguiles

Till all learns to pretend well,

She is gone

And

Shall again return, with a chocolate in hand, and a shoulder to lend.

 

By Arnab Mukhopadhyay on Chocolate Day