That girl across the marsh

One morning, long back
Across the marsh, I had glimpsed a fair maiden
Big eyes, bluish torqouise
Befitting red apple smile, plush rosy cheek
Across the marsh, a dandelion among weeds.

Her joyous demeanour, tender gape
Sunny exuberant
Lit the azure sky for a few moments
I ne’er forgot her
Everywhile I saw her
I began to smile
I desired to converse with her
Get into her eyes
My name on her lips.

She danced like an egret in flight
Delicately elaborate; swift, smooth
Her voice, euphonious chirping
How her limbs were so good
She took a sport, swaying her arms, winning trophies
Such vigour, such purity, such gentleness.

But, I ne’er could speak with her
My heart felt heavy
My tongue twisting
My fears condescending
And before I time myself
Long gone is she.

I write this as she came to me
And I let go the occasion to speak with her
I want to tell it to her
That her dance makes my chest weightless
That I saw her long back
Starstruck, bedazzled.

I let her off my mind for quite a while
Within the two years I’d known her
I had my own lovers; one or two, spite and alluring
I let her off my mind
That I not wish to meet my voice with hers
That I not wished to know why she looked so dreamy, sad at times
That I not know who she was
How she lived, what she did, what she wanted to do.

But, the lovers leave
Unsincerity mingled
Then I saw her
On a rainy day
My hair wet
My hand rigid
She looked like the first time
Across the marsh
So I wanted to speak with her
But, my heart felt heavy
My tongue twisting
My fears condescending
And before I time myself
Long gone is she
Gone into the flooding marsh
When will I ever…?

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