A Momentary Love

Rain trickled and whispered “drip-drops”,

lousy wind hooted shrill sound,

when drops kissed grass blades,

love looted nature abound.

Somewhere hoppers hummed a love-song,

while lazy snails were slow and down,

there was magic there,

an uncanny simplicity waiting to be found.

Drops of love nourished earth,

like a lover's touch enlivened damsel's soul,

nothing so absurd like a muse of Shakespeare,

willing to clutch, and drop a fable and foul.

Every drop chained a story of thoughts,

every heart enchanted and loved,

and still a belief persists, and insists,

“love is virgin, and unbound”