<<To Those Who Believe in Everlasting Love >>

After a clamorous debate
A gorgeous date
Dares to state
It is time to re-date
[She meant “to be up-to-date!”]
To have a tête-à-tête
With a guy similar to chief-of-state
She’s right, in this free state
Nothing is late
You can love and hate
Even no curate
Is of a high success rate
To passionately narrate
Viable stories of the Book on grudge and hate
As if they have forgotten their own heavy date
She, wearing a plait,
Leaves suggestively the date
Hops into a taxi with a gruesome number—13—plate
The guy—hard luck!—after receiving the Section Eight
Drives dejectedly to the Hecate Strait
Flashes back to the time they together ate
Large halibuts of the strait
He missed a heavenly gate
To open and make the tensions abate
Suddenly a gentle voice came to deflate
All of those nightmarish reveries called hate
To stop the tensions to grate
She was there! To sedate
The distress that was just because of a simple debate
And this is a golden key for every soul-mate
To forgive and forget and, certainly, their love will never grow into hate.