I Think To Love — I Must Bow Poem by Wangchat konyak

I think I must revoke the oath,
I once swore unto myself —
Never to bewitched in love.
I was but a young stupid lad
When I cursed love and its tender vibes;
I am my own heartbreak,
No sweetheart is to be convicted for that.
Yes, I was in love, true and pure —
To a girl in her woven age;
I doubt if she had known
Romance and politics in that stage.
Ah, how clumsy and innocent was I,
I kept to myself the admiration,
Concealed that igniting love within my wall;
And I expected the same tender vibes from her.
And when I failed to win her love;
I vowed to myself — to never fall in love.
Thus, it has been a long years —
I think I had abided by the oath
With utmost loyalty and integrity;
But then, yesterday, I saw a woman.
Whose charms stirred my soul to enchant,
I find myself compelled to revoke the oath,
Now that I am a man,
I think to love — I must bow;
For my soul is bewitched once again.

~ Wangchat Konyak