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Saturday, August 18, 2012

How to Tell for What I fell...


With the sight of you shuddering in shame ‘nd guilt,
Oh! With you I fell in love brimming with compassion.
With the sight of you overwhelmed in doubt ‘nd inefficiency,
Oh! With you I fell in love overflowing with burning defense.
With the sight of you in rags ‘nd tatters, all helpless,
Oh! With you I fell in love filled with desire to love, to care.
With the sight of you inflating your chest in false pride,
Oh! With you I fell in love moved to unveil you the real wisdom.
With the sight of you deeply flawed containing core of fading goodness,
Oh! With you I fell in love determined to explode that goodness in full.
With the sight of you spitting out filthy vulgar, call I, a father of dick,
Oh! With you I fell in love affected to show you the importance of words.
With the sight of you getting into disillusion over your own misrepresentations,
Oh! With you I fell in love resolved to turn you into the desired cavalier.
They say, love is stoned, love is dead, ‘twas a play with players at sway!
How to tell for what I fell? Though an illusion I’d rather a stage of life with love-in-swell...