She never came

The eager azure skies look at the shrine,
The toils of a versifier to receive his anodyne.
The heavens shine, the saplings twine,
Anticipating a unity they sway.
The still waters glistening with all their might,
Offer him a world only dream would delight.
The rain washed lounge welcome the smitten
Dedicated servants to yearning and desire.
The winds of promise, so fragrant, so sweet,
Wonder if they sense the meet.
She told him that she’d come on wings
Of silver clouds and the breeze that sings.
He waits, waits for the moment he craves,
For the moment does the zeal he save.
Forlorn and weary it left him in pain,
He waited and waited, but she never came!