He Always Loved Her From a Far

He always loved her from a far

like the little white bird

that admires the incessant blue of the serene ocean

and the grandiose blue of the infinite sky

and yet remains untouched by either of them,

he always did love her from a far,

silently in utter awe

patiently in pure surrender,

he loved her every time those hazel brown eyes widened

and a dimpled smile conjured up,

he loved her every time the gentle moonbeam

drenched her in sparkling stupefaction

leaving trails of ebullience

and untold wishes,

he loved her every time her kindness

ushered in a fragrance of innocent hope

evoking a breeze too ethereal even for him,

he loved her every time her demure gaze 

spoke a thousand words

and her soft chuckle 

hid a thousand pain,

he loved her every time a flicker of fear

danced through her eyes or

a tear rolled down her cheek,

he loved her every time

her song echoed through

the verdant meadows entwined

with blooming buds; white and pink,

reaching a heart that had forever loved her

all the while knowing that 

if he was the amber of a deserted sand dune

amidst colossal stretches of primrose

then she the serenity of the silver clouds

in the turquoise draped sky

and perhaps someday the zephyr

will whisper the tale of his love

and the pellucid clouds would transcend the infinite,

drizzling its way down to his heart

drenching the land with a love forbidden to manifest

and perhaps someday it will not be a dream

but till then he would love her from a far

every day and every night.