Strange Love

This love was strange

She was giving it too freely

It was hitting his heart like hail falling on glass

Clear…awesome….yet annoying

He was used to ice

Not this warmth

It was all too strange

All too strange and rare

Love pure yet frightening

His heart craved it yet its existence frightened him

Is this really the way love is meant to be?

Or was it just an act to get more from him?

He stared at her whenever she was close

But all he could see was innocence and beauty

Beautiful she was

Kind she was

And as elegant as a peacock

Yet he felt he didn’t deserve this love

And was suspicious of it

Her every act of kindness made him move father away from her

He couldn’t fathom this love so sweet

She was ready to sacrifice everything

But he wondered why

Why did this beautiful swan love him so?

What did he do to deserve such kindness and attention?

What did she really want from a common lad like him?

His troubled heart was worried and puzzled

Her love for him was disturbingly pure and strange

She was giving this love

Love so pure and true

She was ready to give it even on her dying day

She gave herself to him despite his nonchalant attitude

She had promised herself she would be true to him

She promised herself she would love him

She couldn’t point out the reason she loved this man

But she truly loved him from the depth of her heart

This relationship was giving her painful joy

Yet she promised herself to love him

He was her muse

He was her joy

So she still strived for his love

She remained true to him

She fought for his heart

And was ready to fight for it as long as she lived

She was ready to climb the steepest mountains for this love

She was in for the long haul

But the look in his eyes sometimes frightened her

She caught him staring at her coldly

A look that was uncertain and scary

Like she was a stranger

This tore her heart

But yet she loved on

Time had passed

But yet she was still around

She was still in-love with him

She still had that spark in her eyes

He still wondered why

Why did she look so happy being with him?

Why was she always cooking for him?

Why was she always asking to be around him?

Quietly watching him and learning his likes

He always believed that true love was never free

And he was certain he’ll never experience it too

But seeing this swan love him was something that was worthy of a museum

To be preserved and kept in a safe place for all to see

She was there through the good and bad times

But he needed his life back

A life of loneliness but certainty

At least in that life he was certain there was a reason for every act of kindness

It was a life of “If you scratch my back I’ll scratch yours”

It was a life of either black or white

And not “GREY!”

Who needs grey when you can get two of its parent colours?

But this love actually felt good

And somewhere in his heart he knew he truly loved this girl

But he’ll never risk showing her how much he loved her

She was tired of this pain

This pain that had found a home in her heart

It was slowly killing her

She was loving this lad but was getting so little in return

She kept consoling her raging emotions

She even wore a bandage each time her heart was bruised

But she had run out bandages and her heart was bleeding now

She was certain the hot pain was from the blood that was spilling from her bruised heart

The competition was getting too much

Too many rivals

Too many distractions

He seemed carried away by other things besides her

She could stand before him but yet he wouldn’t see her

She felt invisible in his world

It really did hurt

And she knew it was either her sanity or this bitter-sweet love

It was a choice she had to make

She was losing it now

And it was killing her

So she made her choice

A hard decision

But the choice she made!

BY SYLVIA CHIKA

sylviachika@gmail.com