‘Forever Thine,’
she sang all the time,
At each meet we had
to chat and dine,
In all fake
speeches, each damned letter,
The end was always,
‘Forever Thine,’
Thou, that forsaken
tomb of love,
How unabashed,
could utter the words!
You, who is seen in
arms defamed,
You, that feeds
other flock, other birds,
Her bogus words now
give testimony,
How she loved! How
I betrayed!
And the world that
used to be of truth,
Believeth those
lips, female, red,
Thou! Now cloaked
in a decent name,
The world you gain,
but I am thy loss,
Thou shall weep
blood in my memory,
The day your skin
loseth its gloss,
‘Forever Thine,’ I say to you not,
But promise to love
every hour I live,
It matters not if
you love no more,
It matters not if
you disbelieve,
Unlike thou, I am
not a soothsayer,
I know nothing of
the moment hence,
But one thing for a
fact, I do know,
True love knocks
not but once.
From My Poems: Twenty Ten
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