O lover!
Why drink this poison
Why die in this arson
Why yearn for this pain
Why jump before this train
Why lose sleep
Why fall this steep
Why dig your grave
Why be so foolishly brave
Why wander in thought
Why be of the mad lot
Why be the convict
And be the victim too
Why for the beloved bear this insult
With Reason you did ever consult?
Love is a violent hook
Tears heart’s every nook
It is the bait of death
Of his peace and health
Love is that silent pain
Tears for which flow as rain
Love is the bow
And the arrow
Love is deep
And even shallow
Love is the king
But can even poverty bring
The greater you love
The more pain you have
Your beloved will wish for
This fire to burn you more
She will take on you no pity
She wants on you this calamity
O lover!
Why be the convict
And be the victim too!
May 22 2010