Love Too Late Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Love Thou Art Too Late


Love, thou art a weak dame,
For thou bringeth me nothing but shame.
Thou who claims in gory, and refine
Spill thy lust upon another's wine.

Ayy, shame on thee for she loved thee eternally,
Though young, her eyes invited thee,
But thine eyes, though she kneweth that could plainly see,
Looked upon her with lust, with love estranged to thee.

Oh! but thou was trapped by fortunes fool.
Thy mind invaded. Thine heart intreated.
Twas, silence and a misguided game,
Demented it was, for love felt ashamed.

You, with the eyes and smile of a saint,
You, whose heart she thought was hers to mate,
Ayy, but the eyes of neither let words depart,
From lips so sacred sworn to secret charm.

Life playeth it's gambled pain,
As she watcheth thou drift and she another's dame,
Yet her heart remained un tainted,
For twas the souls. That should hv entwined the hearts,
But he was too late, too late to retreat fate painted.

Aged. Yet smileth as they meet,
Watching each other from a distance breeze,
The life that was meant for them alone,
Now is seated in destinies throne.

Poet Shanika Marini Paul