As his languid gait took him along
through a familiar street in town,
he braced himself for what lay ahead,
yet couldnt help his frown.
The women, staring from windows and doorsteps,
curiosity their common trait,
some withdrew, while some sympathized,
and the men looked inanimate.
And so as he walked past them,
reminded of a different time,
those looks of silent understanding,
had put his thoughts on rewind.
He was not much older than twenty one,
when its hard for a man to stay true,
his eyes only went as far as hers,
those crystallised orbs of blue.
Soon both were blind enough to see the stars,
in the cloudy moonless sky,
weaving and stitching their paths together,
two truths for every lie.
Then one day, there was a call from the city,
for the young man, now deep in love.
And so he went, unknowingly,
that the Fates had this planned from above.
Back in the town, she felt the days grow long,
the week became a month, then two.
She must have been passing by the farms,
when she met his friend she always knew.
He let his mind dwell on thoughts of her,
as he made the long walk back.
Once in the village, he asked where she was,
and was told to take the farmers track.
His heart beat wildly against his chest,
as he made his way to the farms.
The world seemed to stop, as he watched
her gently swaying in his arms.
And the wild beating of his heart now stopped,
it was almost as if it knew,
that she would see no stars on a moonlit night,
through those crystal orbs of blue.
And tonight,before he stumbled on rewind,
their wedlock he had witnessed.
The marriage was for society,
their story was always blessed.
So on that fateful walk through town,
he found wisdom to match his age.
That theres a movie in each great love story,
and beyond the protagonists on screen,
there are the ones that write backstage,
but to the world shall be always UNSEEN.