Mauve
She was sitting there on the porch steps
Reminiscing kisses and french crepes
When love knocked on my jaded door
As her Amish headdress flew high above the varnished floor
She was a lass from the twilight of Lancaster county
A bespectacled brunette my sweet amorous bounty
A lass with a shy grin and spontaneous unguarded eyes
A stork brought to my doorstep laden with her Amish ties
She is Mauve, always in her pale violet sundresses
With blossoming lavenders sprinkled on her tresses
With a skipping gait and magnetizing stare
As to the gods I parted with a thanksgiving prayer
She left her loved ones for a demi-year stint
With a promise to return, conveyed with a hint
Yet she met me, a lad from the serendipitous of isles
As love detonated in majestic stock piles
A promise keeps you on your nervous tip toes
A promise keeps you grounded to your familial doors
A promise in this case was broken in the name of love
As in the infected heart, a tug metamorphosed to a shove
Yet, I was heartbroken for her loneliness in her dearth of ties
The type that keeps you connected to your loved ones, your family ties
One day, a year past the day she left her beloved heartland
We made our way towards the fields of corn in their doming Pennland
A journey was made in the name of unconditional love
For my life to prosper amidst the corn's doming trove
As I left a college education even my familiar surroundings
For the partake of love, with my Mauve in love's many hued coatings
Now I drive a wagon cart to the Sunday market
Firmly carrying with me an empty cane basket
While Mauve gazes at our creation in her delicate bassinet
With fellowship from our community, in an Amish blanket
Electricity foregone for intimate candle lit dinners
Education foregone for love's unconditional wishes
Sundresses foregone for sweet amor guided by the candle light
One life foregone for another to flourish in god's eternal light
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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