Fate of My Love

When the greatest loss men

Of passion endured only then

Angst reveal they amor prick.

They retreat not, say not amen.

Fazed by let known that water

Moulds the Rivers now a rotter

Becomes the once mighty poet.

Stupefied, he takes out a jotter.

He comes upon a sonnet written

The day by the day he was smitten

Enough, he dared compare a summer

Day ‘n her n’ it’s charm was overridden.

Momentous memories mesmerize

Him to realize that she justifies

With the colours unseen before

The Scarlet apple was a prize.

Not unlike you

O’men who wrote for their Davina

Mine lands earth not unlike Athena

I desire and of course when lost

Is all hope I’ll enter your arena

With a pen.