Love Poem for my Saviour

Hark that name they echoed last summer,
carelessly whispered in such soft murmurs.
He couldn't have missed it,
a name so familier,
for it unveils,
a lass so peculiar.

Faded eyes smothered in flamboyant lights,
he couldn't quite see her, try as he might;
whisky and beer,
a concoction so potent,
robbed him of his senses,
my, was he blatant.

Titillating it was, this could be a game,
when love approach her under friendship's name;
Mediocre,
was how he fared,
now that redemption's up for grabs,
the crux of it all, was if he dared.

Can one forget that sweet, celestial day,
when in his arms, his beloved lay;
their virgin kiss,
under the lamben glow,
excuse her drunken blush,
just take it slow.

He flew and left, a one week hiatus,
how could she have, concealed such sadness.
Line after line,
cooing texts overflowed.
Who would have cared,
the costs that followed.

What scenes appear when she turns her view,
his spellbinding face that she feels and pursue.
A heart so kind,
condoned all her tantrums,
sought to placate,
for he loved a conundrum.

So brilliant a chap, he owe them time.
Ripped them apart, on September five.
She pines and yearns,
sparkle languishing in her eyes,
muttered in her prayer,
that time would fly.

Hark that name they echoed years ago,
so surreal, with two more in tow.
She couldn't have missed it,
a high-flyer so prolific,
for she fell in love,
with a man so dynamic.