A FOND REVIEW

A FOND REVIEW

Thy thought arose ‘hate’,
Hate purer than all;
It was prescribed by fate,
And one day,
it sent a call.

I sat with companions,
Not thinking of thine;
Duo expressed opinions,
Missing its effect
on a heart- i.e. mine.

Although the talk seemed useless,
To me it brought shame,
No, they were not heartless,
For I never spoke,
of it, all in vain.

I wept like a baby,
I searched for the truth,
No kin was really ready,
To trust,
the protesting youth.

Baseless was my hatred,
I did bitterly realise;
Emotions arose a hundred,
But the least expected,
love did materialize.

Today, I sorely grieve,
That I could not know,
The bond we would weave,
And the responsibility,
to thee I owe.

Hoping, our lives will cross,
Again, in time to come;
Deciding to amend the loss,
Yet feeling the need,
to forever keep mum.

(To someone I know in thoughts yet not in self.)