A Love Story Poem by Niharika Singh

I was plucking wild berries
when he first saw me
I noticed him watching
from the far tall tree

A few minutes later he came to me
and gently said
'These berries are sour'
and I lifted my head

I was stunned at the sight
so handsome was he
then gently I asked
who shall thee be?

he told me his name was Mark
and curiously asked mine
Sera I said
beautiful he commented under the pine


after our first meeting
we started to go out together
laughed and sang
and enjoyed the lovely weather

then one day he said
taking my hands in his
'Sera 'I love you''
and gently planted a kiss

a few days later he had to leave
this was when we had last met
he said goodbye and our eyes were wet

the news had come
that he was found dead
his plane had crashed
and I hardly breathed

the lesson of life is to move on
Mark makes my memories sweet
with him in my heart and soul
I feel wonderfully complete

The grief of separation
was hard to bear
This unfulfilled love story
I had to share