MY MUSKETEER

Time was dusk and the wind severe

He held me firmly, my musketeer.

Against the wind, hand-in-hand,

Our love, even nature, couldn’t reprimand.



Miles we walked, all ties we broke,

I felt his warmth, his caring stroke.

The sun sank, spreading a darker hue

But we were in no mood to bid adieu.



My head met his shoulder…

His palms were in mine, soldered…

He listened to my words.. unspoken…

Together, we walked all paths, untrodden…



Then, unpleasantly, he loosened his grip,

And my heart took a minor flip.

But then our eyes met and there was no longer fear...

I bade goodbye… in anticipation, of meeting again…… MY MUSKETEER