February 2, 2014 § Leave a comment
What shall I say to you love
My love, you have started to quote poetry.
I am astonished, confused and sent to heaven and hell, love.
Was that in my memory or for a new love?
I have been indulging in futile acts, love.
Acts without you are futile to life
Your absence left my practicality to work.
But how does it matter, when I have my personal wife?
How we may love what we get?
When what we want, never stays ours.
Abide by duty and follow thy path.
Let fate decide our stars.
Then happy those whom Fate, that is the stronger,
Together twists their threads, & yet draws hers the longer.
– Aurelian Townshend