My Feminine Clementine

Once I saw a Lady dear, so fair and feminine

I asked her who she was, she told me: Clementine

She was a merchant’s daughter— blind and poor

Beauty is thy wealth! That of her, I was sure.

“Will you be my duchess thine,

I want you in my arms, my darling Clementine

Lend me that succulent “Yes!”

I beg for the truth of your heart, thou must confess.”

“I would love to, my darling dear,

Unfortunately, my father, I lovingly fear

My father forbids my amity

I must be educated, in order to be wealthy.”

Her words brought me pain, as if I’m shot by an arrow,

Slowly, the world around me, became narrow

If only her words were blade and that, I’d be instantly killed

For a delightful tomorrow, I no longer want to build.

“Is what you speak of, the truth?

Where is all this coming from? Where is the root?

Milady, you’ve brought me death with your iron tongue,

The voice of Thanatos, you just have sung.”

She cried and cried, her tears falling down

Her beautiful face, scarred by her forlorn frown

She ran away, like a breeze from the sea

Consumed by the horizon, till her silhouette, I no longer see.

I chose not to follow her, for into a sally, I did go

My nonchalant face, I willed to never show

I walked thousand miles, sailed vast oceans and dug hidden treasures,

And over the time I consumed in the Jolly Roger, I still miss her angelic features.

Till time came, and my body soon got tired.

No longer was my flesh exasperated and inspired.

And so I went home to my fair lady

A glimpse of her face, I was hoping to see.

But dear mother Ursula, she’s dead!

When I got there, she was laid lifeless in her bed

We never even had a chance to converse

The motion of the tide, I did hope to reverse.

Her father chose her to be buried,

So in the cemetery, by the morrow, we hurried.

As earth consumer her, I said my goodbye:

“So long my darling Clementine, I shall see you by and by.”

I went home, encumbered by the hollow darkness,

A velvet letter, I found in the nothingness.

It smelled divine and sweetly feminine.

T’was the scent of my darling, Clementine.

“As you read this letter in your bed,

I’ll probably be in the ground, long been dead

For my disease could no longer wait for your comeback,

And precious amount of time, I did lack.

Forgive me, for I have said no,

Forgive me, for I did not let you know

I couldn’t bare to leave you by my death

So I saved, alone, my very last breath.

Be in no rage, but be in joy,

Be once again, that little albino boy,

Be the prince that I once met by the sea

Be the knight that made me wholesomely glee.

Constant as the stars above,

Always know, you are my love

My benevolent prince, Jeremy,

Like the depth of a precious trench, I love you deeply.

Thank you for the wonderful journey,

You have changed my life and made me happy.

May our souls never grow apart

Ignore the mantra: “Till death do us part.”

Her words touched me, as If I was transparent.

I felt her love; I felt her soul; she will never be absent

I will move on, but never let her go

For someday we’ll met again, that, I know!