Love Interrupted

The hall was decorated well 
Lit with strings of fairy lights, 
Lined with rose petals, 
Hearts and candles galore, 
Leading up to a small table 
Covered with a white lace cloth 
A ring of fragrant roses, 
And a bottle of perfume 
Claimed the centre of the table 
Roses were her favourite 
And so was the "Flowerbomb" perfume 
Which was strategically placed 
To hide a tiny velvet jewel case 
That held a sparkling surprise 
For his beloved. 
Today was the day 
When he was going to ask her 
To be a permanent part of his life 
He hoped it would be a "yes", 
And meticulously planned the day 
Down to the last detail. 
But, alas! 
Fate had other plans in store for him. 
Work played spoilsport, 
And held him, hostage 
Far longer than he had expected. 
With a heavy heart, 
He made a rather difficult call 
To call off his meeting 
With the Queen of his Heart. 
His plans shattered into pieces, 
His mood turned darker 
As the night took over from day 
Tired and frustrated, 
He dragged himself 
Back to his empty apartment. 
The sight of the shriveled roses, 
Burnt-out candles 
Reminded him of how miserable, 
The most anticipated of days 
Had turned out to be! 
He hoped that tomorrow 
Would be a better day 
As he dropped into his bed 
Letting dreams take over 
His tired mind, body, and soul. 
The proposal would have to wait 
Until another day. 

This verse was written in response to the Photo Challenge #323 hosted at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The challenge is to use the photo prompt as an inspiration for a poem or short story. Thank you, NEKNEERAJ for hosting this challenge.

DISCLAIMER/Author’s Note:

This poem is dedicated to all the couples who struggle to strike a balance between their personal and professional life. Also, if you would like to point out to me that someone who had meticulously planned out such a day would definitely have taken a day off from work… allow me to remind you that this is just a work of fiction. And in the world of fiction, (almost) anything’s fair. 😉 Besides, I haven’t found myself in such a situation, so I can always write this one “plot hole” off. Then again, my protagonist could be extremely workaholic too!

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