Come What May



Come whatever may to thee fair hearth
that love strikes with incredible speed
unhesitant to make stone hearts bleed.

I've no choice but to accept thy 'gift, '
blessings or poisons they may shift,
I pray for thee fair heart be shielded.

I seek not to feel pain once again
but Cupid's arrow sharper than tongues
pierceth through sanity- yes it can.

Hiding from his sight wishing to reach
the fabled garden in every man's preach
without taking a fatal shot.

You make me choose a path like a fool
cowering from such choices I run,
avoiding cold rains and heat oft Sun.

All I want is to stay in her arms
basking in the joy and blissful charms-
this dream I pray to come true.

Come whatever may to thee fair hearth
that love strikes when eyes are closeth
but hearts are open to all like breath.