The Constant

I crave a love so deep that the ocean would be jealous - Pablo Neruda

We sat on the grainy concrete bank

Watching the river

We let our hands interlock themselves

In a warm embrace

As your head rested on my left shoulder

We stole kisses on each other’s cheeks

Whispering sweet nothings

Every now and then

I was on top of the world.

The soundless motionless river

Beyond the tall coconut tree

To which the rickety ferry had been roped from one side

Mirrored the wilderness of known and unknown trees and shrubs

Huddling, flanking, lining it along the banks.

Every time you looked into my eyes

I saw in your bright wide eyes

Such deep love that the river would be jealous

And even the ocean as Neruda wrote.

Tell me, my love, don’t you still see the same in my eyes?