Callsa
My dear Callsa,
a small crush long ago,
but as time slowly passed,
my love would slowly grow,
more than you could ever think,
and more than you would ever know,
because my feelings were discreet,
so my love for you would never show,
I could wait hours for your smile,
and would revel in each “hello”,
I would cherish every chat we had,
and treasured each small memento,
Callsa my love, your figure is nice,
though you'd be modest and say “no”,
but I think that you have a real good shape,
all the way from head to toe,
I really like your long dark hair,
and the wavy way your hair does flow,
but sometimes you would tie it tight,
so it wouldn’t fly when the West wind would blow,
your face is so very pretty,
and it seems to brilliantly glow,
like an enormous Irish pot of gold,
under the colorful spotlight of a rainbow.
Callsa though belonged to another,
a vile person by the name of Lypcy,
he embodied all that was evil,
and the devil himself is what I think he,
I despised him with such a red-hot fire,
it would boil the entire cold blue sea,
for he held my Callsa's love captive,
though I always prayed her love would break free,
Lypcy’s voice made my stomach churn,
and his face was appalling to see,
the thought of him distressed me so,
and I wished him to suffer the same agony,
I longed for Lypcy many fates worse than death,
because he conveyed such misery,
for he took my lovely Callsa away,
so Callsa and I could never be,
I hated him more than hate itself,
past any measurable degree,
and I promise you come hell or high water,
I will curse his name for all eternity,
yet it was a gloomy day when I came to believe,
that Callsa and I were not destiny,
for she seemed so content with him,
so the love of my life, sadly did not love me.
Fortunately one day Callsa no longer loved Lypcy,
and that to me was a tremendous thrill,
because I felt so full of life again,
like taking a cure for what makes you ill,
but now Callsa was so very lonely,
and I wondered if that void was for me to fill,
or maybe it was too soon to act,
for she was now very volatile,
but in the end, I did not try for her love,
for that would take a terrific skill,
the age old ability to woo and romance,
a great ability, but of which I have nil,
but I’ll love Callsa always,
that I know I will,
for I once loved her so,
and I now love her still.
written by David Ninomiya
edited by Nelson Ye and Demitri
Special thanks to:
- Edgar Allan Poe’s poetry,
- the real life Callsa,
- and unfortunately the real life Lypcy
for the inspiration to make this poem possible.