Maybe it was fate
That drew her in
When she was already
Running very late...
And maybe it was chance
Who cleared the way
And stood there...beaming...
Asking for a dance
And maybe it was love
Who swept her gently
Off her feet
And took her to his nest above
But it was surely
Just the devil
Who waited in the dark
With knife
Hidden beneath the very fabric
That she had bought...
For him!
(HW/18 September,2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
was that a knife under that fabric, or was he just happy to see her (sorry, just the devil in me!) . -chuck