The Two Halves In One Poem by Subrata Ray

The Two Halves In One.

Just for your sake I was born,
And had you not been,
How could I make love,
How could I feed Time to myself!

Your cyclic incarnations,
As the daily sun,
With budded hopes and warmth,
Petrol my vehicle.

I courted you to equal my illusions,
Knowing nothing of your identity,
And your home to me comes up,
A play house of appetite and rest.

Who cares the truth, -the idealized abstract ?
When beauty harvests chemistry's ecstasy,
And in deepening faith the mutual wantons fade,
Ah! love, -just for me You were made.