And we kept meeting
Sometimes in the library 
Engaged in literary discourse 
Sometimes over a cup of coffee 
Sharing each other's life course

She was my Sociology professor 
I was her chosen one to carry out the academic paperwork

Marital signature didn't stifle her brassy nature
She exuded a distinguished aura
Which invited both enviousness and awe
Her bohemian spirits reflected in her passion for poetry
Which people censured 
She hardly bothered

My feelings...
Well I don't have words
I was entrapped in her elements
My days were euphoric in her company 
Nights, a haunting reminder 'she isn't mine, she can't be mine' 
She was aware of my feelings 
But took it sportively

The fragrance of her midnight waves 
The sensuous curves whispering in the chiffon layers

And those inviting almond shaped eyes
She had an effect on men of every age
From students to professors and the VC
But I was closest to her essence

Sometimes we shared meaningful silence
The unspoken feelings
And the hushed ache

Some unfinished stories
Yet beautifully designed.

©LR