Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2017
I find myself reminiscing
a fading memory of time
in which I can do nothing more
but recall its evident prime
Memories of my Eleanor

This lady, my Eleanor
is no more than a fair maiden
but see in her deepest core
a soulful art not drawn by pen
filling up my every sense

We were misfits and eccentric
Our astute minds knew well
that our love does not roughly dwell
similar to how great writers tell
but in love, indeed, we fell

Holding her hand was too thrilling
too rare, too foreign, too precious
A moment that was time-warping
An instant I wished not to flee
as it fills in a piece of me

My love for her was all-consuming
and her existence was enthralling
What others couldn't, she made me feel
What's said in books all seemed surreal
until she came and made it real

But now she's gone
and time has run
She's still the lady I adore
in endless cycle of forevermore
My radiant sun, my Eleanor


-
*g.b.
inspired by Rainbow Rowell's Eleanor & Park; Park's POV
Gem
Written by
Gem  19/F/Philippines
(19/F/Philippines)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems