To Live And Love Beautifully Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

Forever young though seventy,
loving, caring, everything.
Whatever you expect and need from him
whether it is a smile or a kiss,
he will give it to you most willingly
as long as you are a friend
and not the enemy.

And though he is sick and struggling
with his zeal and zest,
he cooks and looks after himself and me
to keep his day busy
and in wonderment of my love and sincerity;
but his mind is so full of vengeance
and hatred towards his enemies
that he will never again
be the gentle lover I knew before.

His calm and peace
he has lost it to the wind,
his anger is so predominant
in his mind like a frost on a tree.
How can this be, I ask myself
when in all the past years of life,
his love was peaceful like a white dove
and now like an angry lion he prowls.

How much it pains my heart
to see his wounded heart
so full of retribution
when in the earlier times
the same heart of his
was so dedicated to me
and so immersed in love for me.

Yes, he loved me so preciously
as if he had discovered
a goddess of love in me.
If only had the jealous
and the enemies left his way,
on this birthday at seventy,
he would have smiled
like a king on his way
to his coronation and glee.

And though the hatred
towards his enemies
lingers in his heart like a spring,
he is so blessed
with his own kind of bliss
yet I keep asking myself:
when a gentle lover was he,
how can he now store
an endless rivalry in him.

And though now his heart
is weak and slow,
it still keeps vibrating
with true love for me
and that's all I need
to keep myself happy and content
as long as on this earth we live
and love each other beautifully.