Wait to eternity

Up above the evening sky;
the lazy dull clouds, they fly;
the fragrant breeze, it glides just through,
Sitting by the window, then does she cry.

The melancholy in the setting sun,
is not as much as in her eyes,
nothing's there that can be done,
her sorrow lies in the singing bird's cries.

On idyllic pretty days like these,
she remembered being in his arms,
..they lied till the ends of times,
In the haystack besides the farms.

Then one day the bugle sounded,
all the soldiers, on the docks were rounded,
He said goodbye wearing his best clothes,
not a single remorse in his voice sounded.

"I will be back for you, when we win",
she remembered the words and his confident face,
with gentle eyes, and a rosy chin,
always so lovely with a mischievous grin.

She had waited for days after the war,
Near the town bridge holding on to the ropes,
Scanning the road, wide and far,
until the day she lost her hopes.

Then one day he did come back,
But in the horse carriage instead of its back,
they never let her touch or see him,
she din't know why all they were so grim.

Understand did she not but tears filled her eyes,
though she knew,all this was lies,
as she had heard in her grandma's stories,
that true love, never ever dies.

She knew it was not him they brought,
How dare they say all this, foolish lot,
He would never let her be a lonely widow,
she never feels thus any sense of sorrow,
He will be back,strong resolve had her got,
So she still watches the road, sitting by the window.