The Discarded Jewel

At the end of the well-trodden path That I walk each lonely night, A figure of ghostly pallor Appeared in the moonlight Sitting on the bench with lowered head, His silver hair, streaked with gold Fell forward, as hapless tears dropped - A sad sight to behold Dare I ask him why he sits alone On a night so bleak and cold? Dare I transgress his solitude With inquiry so bold? Somehow I found the courage to ask, And he responded with scorn: "If I were to die here tonight, There'd be no one to mourn" Seized with pity, I reached for his hands, Gentler hands I've never known; So warm and tender was his grasp, Why was this man alone? The air filled with panic as he spoke, Like the cries of hunted birds; Feeling defeated and hopeless, Desolate were his words He said it had been quite a long time Since a woman held him tight; I then drew him closer to me, And held him through the night First our breaths mingled, then our lips met, My heart started beating fast, His kiss tasted like vintage wine, Thrilling me to the last Silently we wallowed in our bliss, How lucent the moon had grown; Fate laid its hands upon our hearts - The seeds of love were sown! Hand in hand we left that lonely path, Rewriting our destiny; I knew I'd found a discarded jewel, And took him home with me