Crowed the cock
And my poor heart missed a beat
That the sword of morning came down
To cut me off from my lover
Twined in my arms.
She was the scarlet lady,
The one with a reputation.
She made men go weak in their knees,
and women leave behind their inhibitations,
She made people do the unthinkable.
Often she was called the chemical
that fueled attraction,
Or the sin that drifted people apart,
There wasn’t anyone who had fallen to her charm.
Yet, her name was spoken only as a whisper,
Or hushed into silence.
And when the world celebrated love everyday,
Lust, went to bed everynight
With a glorious smile,
Because she had what no one had,
She had audacity.
Like the fallen russet leaves of autumn,
Her music stopped midway.
Like rain washing away sunshine,
Her dance left her footsteps.
Like waves crashing the sea bed,
Her song died a sudden death.
But she continued the hum the tune
During moments of loneliness.
Because to love and to be loved
Was better than to lose and have lost.
Love, the fickle little thing
like a pack of cards
hangs by a delicate thread.
One cruel word,
One indifferent act
And it all comes crumbling down.
But at least we can take respite
We once did feel the glorious
Feeling of Love.
Yes, Love and other things
A roller-coaster ride
A joyous, little pain
That’s Love and other things.