Sweeten His Song Again

It turned into an international competition to

catch the sweet-singing poet’s eye, everyone

described their love in glowing words - some

even used sensual terms that made me blush

 

While all this was happening, we had to keep

on doing our duty with the little bit of intelligence

not occupied by learning love - then I sang my

song, how I thought love would be grand, then

 

It was small, how I thought love would let me fly,

then it chained me to the ground; but the elation

in marrying a he-man reading poetry to me at night

to help me sleep, who took over from failing medical

 

Charlatans to keep me healthy, was worth all the

candy-floss romantic lines I used to read - then the

sweet-singing poet went mad & things turned bad,

I never knew what was going on - I had to tell the

 

Genius singer that I fell in love with his song, his

beautiful voice caressing my heart and soul - a

fact that would never change; the storm calmed

down - he accepted the crown as the best poet

 

And I took the part of my heart that would always

belong to him only and locked her safely in a chest,

waiting for eternity when she can love again and

delight in the poet’s love, since then I carried on

 

Cherishing memories of the most beautiful event

a human could ever keep safe while enjoying the

dutiful life, knowing the end never justifies means:

means becomes end & destroys noble principles

 

Thus only noble means will keep ideals shining, and

there is an eternity in which I can give my poet all the

love he needs to remove the shard of pain from his

heart and sweeten his song again..