On the marble steps they sat, much trodden and hence discolored,
what an improbable place for lovers to contemplate about their lives!
in groups visitors walked up, some lonely ones in silence went down
alone mulling,over the waning of clear evening light, that dominated
the sky was overcast,as if the winter blanket was not to be easily lifted,
She was from a land distant, light carried from too far, to his dark
silent night, that went on and on and on, for a life time it seemed!
Many many evenings, the museum gardens found them close together,
tiger orchid blooms he gifted adored her hair,he simply loved her eyes,
once a little girl came running ,pleading for those flowers from her
"No darling it's gifted by my lover", he expected would be the reply,
but she gave it,with a smile, apologizing to him for being indiscreet.
That broke an unspoken code, end of a fine spring was indicated,
without any ceremony, it should one day stop, she knew .Then
he too started to await, the bell; in library when they were alone
she broke the news,in silence,her eyes reverted on to his,he knew it.
They sat on that white marble steps , two orphans, had no options left,
still he had to choose between the dark night ready to gobble and her.