Serve, all mortals must,
But
something divine,
Must add
worth to our lives.
Only the
worthy are blessed,
With
love that feels like bliss-
Which against all odds, survives.
Love can
never be transacted,
Though,
relations can go down that line,
My love marches
on to the deathbed,
Never
mattered, realities of life.
I have often
revisited old times,
And also, the ones thereafter,
I have
been to places,
Been
with people, who couldn’t matter.
I am a
non-conformist,
My love
is forever, though,
My
beliefs, my commitments,
Of all
people, you must already know.
Unlike
your revised, biased version,
I was
always a practical man,
Ultra sorted,
Beyond limits of human imagination.
Sure, I
was about you, always,
Just waiting for all your shells to break,
Time was
never an issue, frankly,
I was forever,
you knew it mate.
The last words exchanged,
Might have been the end of an era,
Dissipating in a moment,
All that ever was.
But here I stand,
In the midst of what remains,
Unwavering in my belief that,
In incorruptible hearts, love always sustains.
Because you must know,
I still feel the magic,
I felt in the beginning,
And I hope, you didn’t find a mimic.
On the
other side of this world,
No
matter what, I will find you someday,
But if
you were always true,
Right
here, I would ask you to stay.
