My love of you from afar,
With the fear to let my feelings ajar,
In my dither, of its scruples and percipience,
Perchance, it’s a fallacy of judgement,
Oh love! You have moved in unsought!
You are the shelter to walk in the rain, it’s said;
But you are the storm that has disrupted my esse;
With incessant aches set off in the heart,
Eternal sleepless nights apart,
Oh love! Will we ever bide unscathed?
I am carrying this secret in my heart,
The torments well concealed so far,
My silence, elixir no more,
The unsaid destroying my core,
Oh love! What’s this woe for?
Ailing, circadian I roll in bouts of anxiety,
In this battlefield of agony and ecstasy,
The pell-mell inscrutably, mystifying
Gets me enthralled into frenzies of insanities,
Oh love! When will I be unshackled and free?
All this will be until, one day I reason,
That ‘Pride and Prejudice’ be damned,
Resolutely, I will forge ahead,
To be that uninvited guest,
Your welcome alone will confer peace to my heart.