Longing

How devotedly does a young man behaves when he feels to love? He paints all the pictures of what he thinks represents his situation. He could, for example, pose long winding questions:

“Do I look for age,
when I labour for days,
And months and years,
Head up so are arms,
All worries fully borne,
My heart happy at most,
Wishing, Nay! Needing,
In the most privileged palms,
Securely to be caged,
in a purposeful love?”

He could go even further to create a beatific imagery of his targetted love: 

“A distinct spectacle.
Does nature get tired,
In providing you with vapour,
And sunshine to guard your texture,
Not to stifle your roses?
No! My dear floret so bright!!!
Blossoming with flawless fragrance,
You sway right and left,
In early morning bliss,
To rest only when there is no more breeze.”

And when the response to his desires is not forthcoming, he could plead. He could envisage what he thinks may be the cause for 'his love’s’ non-responsiveness and proceed to address them, persuasively.

“Don’t turn away and sigh,
Don’t Look bored and tired".
I quickly observed her,
Enveloped in a quandary.
She shrugged,
Searching incisively,
Needing more assurance,
"Are you not just a wanderer?
A malevolent freebooter?"
She discreetly wonders.

"Perceive the sun when it goes west,
And the stars quiet in their nests,
And the moon when it stands best,
They all work perfectly lest,
Any should cause injury to the rest,
I should think we signify a harmony,
In a twisted environment, an irony,
No one stimulates a disharmony,
Even if they live in ivory,
Or may have been to Germany”.

Of course, none is suitable for her attention but he. While prodding for consideration he often uses all the armoury of his strength to make a formidable appeal:

“I feel I am the butterfly,
Ordained to surround and fly,
And chase abominable flies,
Either set them to hurried flights,
Or get their wings all blight,
From you my flower so bright.
Can I, poor me, be wrapped in this fitting cloth,
And cover mine self in this world-wide space,
Then walk, tic and tic, with majesty as the clock,
And announce, ho-hey, that I, indeed, am loved?”.

Everyone should hope that these are genuine thoughts and offers which are meant to engender a long and lasting marital bliss. Then, all should wish them well.