Young Lady in Beauty waiting

The narcissist scrutinizes her reflection

Who so beseem this immaculate conception?

The luscious lips like a ripe tempting fruit

Hangs graciously from a limp branch

A besotted lover will soon savour its sweet taste

She need not fear it to rot and waste

Ingenuous sentiments were gushing

She was a young lady in beauty waiting

In a sudden unexpected vicissitude

A sight severed her sagging solitude

Amongst the multifarious masks that mingle in a crowd

Her selective eyes caught sight of a face

Whose stamp was hard to erase

This faint face followed her fantasies

Heightening her hidden ecstasies

Ingenuous sentiments were gushing

She was a young lady in beauty craving

When dreams are enough in store

Opportunity strikes an eager souls way

And serendipity is so kind for a play 

Unread faces are enchanting, but those read more

She craves for more than the cover

But to read further and further

Is a tumultuous task,

For one who is not prepared to comprehend so many words

Or even read between the lines and under

Ingenuous sentiments are ever gushing

She was a young lady in beauty wondering

Enveloped in innumerable imaginations

She began to climb love’s hill

Knowing little of the hardships there are still

The faint face became clear

Her luscious lips savored more and more

The sweetness sucked too soon

The aftertaste lived and faded 

Why is there no continuity in emotions that heighten?

Why is there no complacency in love that strengthens?

Ingenuous sentiments are still gushing

But she no more is a young lady in beauty waiting  

(written at age 18 )