To Love With Love

Gone are the days when we were young

And our love remain unspoken,

Its flame burnt cavernous

 Yet I couldn’t acquaint you why and how much;

Those dates, waiting for your word pains my heart,

And pitched my bliss abyss,

My smile refuse to buff, my eyes drown in despair;

How long did I waited for you?

I could only remembered then that I had no such word of poetry,

To make you heed my plea;

And I was left alone with nothing to ease my pain,

With no music good enough to cheer me;

My heart felt nothing but distress,

 And I almost give up, yet lo! I feel love, I felt your love,

Filling every space my heart doth had with your love;

Complete my dream, I would tell no more how,

You, the source of my blithe, the greatest gift of God to me;

I can only thank Him, for all I had and this love I felt,

My heart reposed in blithe and my waiting paid fullest;

And I acclaimed to myself gleefully, “Such beauty, do I really deserve her?”