My Lovely Lady by Terveen Gill

She’s so beautiful that I want to stare at her every minute of the day. How do I explain such exquisiteness? Her eyes. The windows to her soul. They follow me. When I walk, sit, or just lay there. I wish to drown in their peaceful depths. Her nose, not too sharp or round, divides her face evenly. Her lips. I can’t speak of them without wanting to touch them. But I’m a gentleman, and her dignity is of utmost importance.

There must be a song or two about such luscious hair. They cascade over her shoulders, gathering in waves beneath her waist. Never have I seen a hair out of place. She covers herself in flowing fabrics. Her defined arms and toned legs hardly peeking out from the decent lengths. It’s remarkable to see such an old-fashioned girl.

Her fingers are slender with rounded tips and shapely nails. She stands upon nimble toes, reaching for the sky. Doesn’t she know that her eyes reflect the sun, moon and stars? I’ve never had the courage to approach her. Not even an innocent wave. What if I offend her? How will I ever face her? Months have passed in this heart-wrenching dilemma.

It could be her quiet nature. She’s always alone. Maybe she has no one to speak to. The birds love her. They perch upon her hands and shoulders. She doesn’t mind. A perfect example of being one with nature.

I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to speak to her. My feet move fast, my heart beats faster. Will she be surprised?

I’m finally here. But where is she?

Instead, I find a young man in a cap, holding a bat and ball. What have they done? They’ve taken away my lovely lady. The beautiful, stone statue is gone.

19 comentarios sobre “My Lovely Lady by Terveen Gill

  1. I love how you capture the essence of a story in the right amount of words, Terveen. There is much to think about here and I am taken on a path as to how our minds create in both reality and non-reality. Was there ever a statue? Is this some long-lost love? Beautiful writing.

    Le gusta a 1 persona

    1. Thank you so much, Davy, for digging deeper into this story. I agree that many writings are simply abstractions of the mind and so much can be derived and stated in so many different ways. The beauty of creativity is that it creates its own logic and conclusions instead of following already set patterns. Your questions are reason for questioning and writing more. 🙂

      Le gusta a 1 persona

Deja una respuesta

Introduce tus datos o haz clic en un icono para iniciar sesión:

Logo de WordPress.com

Estás comentando usando tu cuenta de WordPress.com. Salir /  Cambiar )

Imagen de Twitter

Estás comentando usando tu cuenta de Twitter. Salir /  Cambiar )

Foto de Facebook

Estás comentando usando tu cuenta de Facebook. Salir /  Cambiar )

Conectando a %s