I didn't seek,
Yet she came
And embraced, tight;
I didn't flinch,
She drew back,
That confounded my world.
Can't I call
Her a witch,
Goddess of love, she's;
Gentle as angel,
Kindred in soul
Even while shrank to shell.
Deep within,
Caught in pulls,
I know she loved me;
Why then flinch
Deep to cocoon,
I couldn't figure out why.
Kind, yet rude
While draw back,
I was at a loss why she's;
Immediately then
Springs back she
As if sad, in repentance.
I knew not what
Transpired in her
Deep inside her self's cocoon;
It's very grave
That stirs her soul,
I doubted not her that pain.
Stopped not near,
Or shrinking back,
Forth and back she moved on;
Love in her eyes,
I ever noticed,
Yet ruder she turned each day.
Fickle in mind?
She can't be,
An angel of resolve, she's;
Dissolute within?
She certainly not,
No nobler soul I ever find.
Years went by,
Turned to decades,
Play continued unhindered;
She leaves me not,
I leave her not
Through all rise and falls in length.
She kept love alive,
Yet let me not near
And burnt her life forever;
Muddled in puzzle,
I sailed with it
Not knowing why of it all.
But I know now,
She saved me,
My familial and social life;
Saved my soul
From crude snap
‘Tween two commitments.
What else is love,
A true devotion
If not is this great sacrifice?
Proffered on platter
Willingly for love,
She embraced a broken life.
Selfless she loved,
Divine she loved
And locked her self in grief;
She knew well,
I never flinch
And end up in mess for her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This happens, but doesn't linger as long as described in the poem. Yours is an exceptional experience, I think. Loved your poem, and 'Her Love'.