So often love is like a double edged sword,
rejection or fulfillment all the same,
sparing no side, its blade cuts you both ways;
bear witness, how swiftly I am bleeding tonight!   

    

Beyond the muslin fog, love has come alive
but still the ocean and the mountain spring
have not met each other in harmony;
perhaps some rivers to the ocean never flow!

    

And yet I have pledged my life already
to the altars of Venus and her son,
Cupid, the bowed shooter of charms and scorns,
so I am stuck with so little blood left in my veins!

   

Come what may My Love, I can never return home,
rather let me bleed to death, go and fetch my pen!

.


*Lovely Conversations 2

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