Whispering heartbeat

In a flash,it changed.
The London weather gave way to the sunshine of southern France. That's how life was with her. In an instant she could come and twist and break me with a couple of strange upright non romantic letters. For her eyes bore into mine and melted me in an instant. Lazer eyes melted the soft iron core.

But i liked it. I liked the way we would go on talking for hours and the world ceased to exist. Our words intermingled,to form poetry and that's how we would talk then.
She is pretty. Those big eyelashes. That kajal smudge,for she used it,and i loved it.

And strange as it was,i never knew what hit me until she was no longer there. Yes,in a flash it changed. The sunshine gave way to London weather,had me up in bottles of beer  and an unkempt beard. That's why i write at in the night. What is it now, 1: 20 am?

Because he,who loved the light,made darkness his own.

And she's all grown up, and the kajal's not so smudgy now.

But i long to see those eyelashes and fall in love,all over again.