QUITE A CHALLENGE

This is getting more and more challenging. A friend has given me three words which are OH! So bizarre in combination that my grey cells had to work overtime…..
Versifying has never been my forte. Still, as the Chinese proverb goes: He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount. I have thrown the gauntlets at my readers…. Now let me fight…… to death? Not if I can help it!
So here goes
MARIAM ISSAC’S WORDS: EPHIMERAL, RAMBUNCTIOUS, INTENSE

He was thirty five
She was in her twenties
He was a pedigreed Londoner
She, from the sub continent
He felt color and religion were of no matter
She had a face that shone with joie de vivre
He watched her every evening by the Thames
She was his raison d’etre, he felt
He believed in Karma
She was destined to be his
He didn’t know how to approach her
She once was accompanied by a sardar
He followed the Indian that evening
She was worth any trouble
He befriended the affable sardar
She must have a name, an address he groaned
He bought pints of ale for his new friend
She was worth every single pound
He even started dining at Tandoori Nights
She was worth all the antacids he gulped down later
He felt his love grow more and more intense
She seemed unaware of all the havoc in his life
He met her along with his new Indian friend by the Thames
She as always, was happy, laughing and bubbling
He exclaimed, ‘God!What a girl!
She is rambunctious!’
He looked at his Indian friend who, shaking his head, said
She? No Sir, She is Punjabi…. And she is my wife
He knew enough of Indian society
She was wedded…. for life and forever
He knew there was no chance for him
She obviously adored her consort, he realized
He accepted that his love story had been ephemeral
She blissfully continued her riverside jaunts
He nursed his broken heart in solitude.