What more he can ask for?

He searched for her
Holding the torch to find her
In that sheer darkness
Moving covers, curtains and blankets 
Besides the book shelf, 
Near the hallway and kitchen 
She wasn’t there outside
Not to be seen even in the sombre terrace
Where was she , he wondered 
He jumped to her squeals of laughter 
Sitting on his chair playfully mocking at him 
Promising not to trouble him again whilst a wink 
He held her soft hands and caressed her face 
Sensing a relief to find here, he forgave her 
He belonged to her, every inch of him
He sat besides her enjoying her company 
She- his beloved muse was with him.

Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life

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