A careworn lady’s sitting in a blue café
In a dismal island too far away
Sinking desperately in broken dreams
At promising thoughts she dispiritedly beams
A familiar name from an unknown land away
Reminds her of star-crossed lovers without delay
…
I do hoist the daring sails to the sky
This adventurous odyssey is my do or die
But . . .
I don’t know what to say or how to go on when I am weak in front of love words. They raid and besiege my mind and heart. They sway me into crying myself to sleep. I am restless when love in my topic; my tears better than my words can describe it. . . .