Hello Steemians, and welcome to today's #celestialchallenge as initiated by @SirKnight . I humbly appreciate the privilege of being a member of Steemchurch.
LOVE BEAUTY AND FREEDOM
I want to participate by sharing this story. The story of a young man who fell in lone with a nurse. Indeed, love is indescribable, its beauty cannot be demystified. Its presence brings us in light that ushers us into freedom.
Enjoy!
MY NURSE by Eazykiel
I fell in Love before I even knew what it meant,
when Judith asked me playfully when I was just a kid
I told her about my NURSE,
that I would marry her,
not even understanding the hurdles of love,
I met her in the children’s department at the local church
she was a beauty, a sight to behold
her face was a gaze at the stars her
voice sang an elfish lullaby,
she was fair amongst others,
we were never very close and my
Love for her had no holds,
everything fell in place and soon
she became my NURSE.
The Children’s day celebration draw close, though I was no artist it
drew us close,
closer because when the drama was selected it was the good Samaritan and I would
act the doctor and she the nurse to the patient,
unknowing to me I would be the patient,
it was after that drama and that beautiful scene
when she called me Doctor
I responded Nurse,
the clock in my chest went anti clockwise,
my heart was recalibrated
I fell so hard for her hoping I would be caught
before I land but my NURSE left…….
When she left, her presence was felt
even in her absence,
I felt maybe out of sight would
keep her out of mind, true,
but it was never out of Heart,
she left with the keys of my heart
where she went I knew
going there would seem like a fluke,
so I watched from afar
till my looks became a glance,
a glimpse and then my sight lost her,
and I was left as an ailing boy
Love did not take long to find me,
when cupid shot his stupid arrow
it struck a damsel who saw my aching heart
and sought to heal it
but how can a mere physiologist carry out an operation for a qualified surgeon,
the keys to where needs healing was lost
needs to be found,
but she never listened and I blame cupid,
because she fell for me but
fell so hard to the ground
all because I needed no one but my NURSE.
When she saw my love was not reciprocal
she left me in the puddle of loneliness,
while i await the return of my NURSE,
but she never came back,
so tired of waiting I searched on Facebook
for my NURSE,
but the answers it gave
made me more determined to face my books and remain lonely,
I even told the bird that sings to tweet her
Of my feelings,
but I never got a retweet,
so my search continued day after day
And 8 years after I finally got her digits
through a friend of Blessing
that Sunday was a Blessing.
When I called her my hands were sweaty,
my mind was going over
how to explain my self to her,
my brilliance meant nothing here,
all I heard was the beating
of my heart against my chest,
and when she said “hello”,
the waves of memory swept over me
and I said “how are you?” and she said “Fine, and she said “who is this”
“and how did you get my number?”,
the reply sent sound waves that
struck my boat broken,
she couldn’t hear the beating of my heart
or the words that followed
so she hang the call.
We talked later on and how time flies,
even if I still love her,
her heart might belong to someone else
I respected that fact and sought to
see my NURSE one more time.
I wrote this poem for her and
I hope she likes it,
“After over 7 years,
I have found her,
the one who took my heart
placed it in lock of palms,
maybe unknowingly but she took the keys,
and I ne’er saw her beautiful face again,
and I have been a lonely man all these while,
a sick patient waiting for my NURSE,
I begged the stars to carry my message
every night to her,
that my love is drowning in distance,
that I would travel the tides to get the keys back,
and then I finally saw her……”
When we met she was still beautiful as ever,
even with my class, intelligence and good looks,
they all fell like a heap of dry grass
when I shook her hands, she was still as welcoming as that very day in Church
when she called me Doctor!,
I told her who I was
she remembered but her memories were hazy,
I told her after she left I had no drive
to continue as a Doctor,
so I’m almost an Engineer,
she was not even a science student
she looked so beautiful and befits the course
she was to study, Banking and Finance,
we talked and we laughed like old friends and I stepped on her toes,
but the memories I have of that day
I would cherish,
we even walked on a rail track
like two Indian love birds
and when I was going my heart beat
which was faster when I met her was slower,
I then knew I had gotten my keys
from my NURSE,
when we hugged I felt like the most loved,
I would never forget my NURSE.
To complete the poem
“she was no longer a little girl,
and I was no longer a little boy
and our paths never crossed all these years,
and all my fears are gone now
I have seen her at last and I am free,
and i was not even a Doctor,
and she not a Nurse,
but I fell in Love when
I didn’t even understand what it meant,
if I have gotten over her, I don’t know,
but she should know
that at one point in time,
someone loved her and yearned for her love”
Thanks for reading.