A Cup Of Tea
This short piece is written for Describli‘s photo prompt – Afternoon Tea.
A Cup Of Tea
She looks so beautiful that it pains my eyes even to look at her.
She is all that I ever dreamt of – delicate as a flower and strong as a rock,
Sweet as a spoonful of sugar and caring as a mother.
She is the only one for me, I know. But am I the one for her, I wonder.
She walks towards me, her walk lazy as a night.
She caresses my cheek and smiles that beautiful smile, for which I left everyone behind.
She hands me a cup of tea and says, “Drink my love, I made it especially for you.”
She looks at me as I slowly raise the cup to my lips, smiling at me like a summer breeze.
She looks me in the eye and says, “I love you, darling. But forgive me for this.
For my heart belongs to someone else. But I promise that I will never forget you.
Now sleep peacefully, oh my innocent lover, and dream of me for eternity.”
I close my eyes, drinking the last of the my tea and poison in that she lovingly added in it,
And looking in her eyes I try to forget about everything.
Her words are like a sweet lullaby.
I close my eyes, and see her beautiful face fading away.
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