An accident I suffered gave me amnesia,
Not she did suffer any internal brain injuries,
Tasked with loving her forever I was,
Especially sweet seemed her young ego,
Roses fell into my mind as she kisses me,
Offered I to her a promise of forevermore,
Generous she was to reflect the promise,
Rightly she knew everything about me,
Assumed by me it was too likewise,
Doctoring me in her fantasies to recovery,
Enriched by her love and my poetry our love.
Atul lost his identity for Mystery,
Muster I did every last bit of loyalty,
Networking my way to Amritsar,
Especially so for meeting her,
Sipped through her lips I did,
Into her soul, I struck a string,
A*las, it was all an illusion of mine.
Yet another secondary acrostic poem.
My first concrete acrostic poem.
I really like the way it has turned out
Anterograde Amnesia (Short-term memory loss) apart from my principles in part restricted me from loving her as she desired.
She wanted an open relationship of sorts, but I am a traditional conventional lover of sorts.
Even now I wish to propose her the day I get a good job and I think that the day I desire and deserve is not far away.
Our future children will have a story to get inspired by and I will be writing a book about the two of us very soon after my M.Tech gets completed and I win her back.
My HP Poem #1424