Poetry – Coming To Love


Love is such a mystery 

A weird tale

I was so afraid of it 

I ran miles away

In a land where none could come

In a land where none could see

I became invisible 

and unobservable 

and obsolete.

But somethings are meant to be 

As were you.

You could see through invisible me 

You could hear the inaudible me

You could feel the imperceptible me 

You could sense the unobservable me 

You could see through the wall

and come to me.

 

And when I welcomed you 

in my heart

I knew it was meant to be 

For who else but you

who could ferret the obsolete 

but be the recipient 

of years full of care and love 

of all my hopes and dreams 

Who else but you could be 

the harbinger of 

sunshine and moonlight for me!

 

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