In the world of love… they placed men unworthy of you as first
I counted backwards… and in my heart made first what they made last
I abandoned their rules in this world… for my love made its own rules
For your name around my heart it swirled… each letter I saw as jewels
I was not asked who my heart would choose… and your love, my heart it fuels
Nor could your beauty, my heart refuse… left enthralled by you and your virtues
Why… was to me no question… although my decision… was met by objection
Why… I just could not answer… does at all the lover… know why he loves, ever?
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I was left enthralled… not knowing why, I’d sway from left to right
But my heart was called… and with your love met its birth and its plight
I lived in certainty, yet confused… denied all, but to you led
The dreams I’d made for myself, excused… for on my dreams you would tread
If I wanted love, my heart refused… for without your love it bled
And I made you my infinite road… powerless, I made you my abode
Why… but I no longer cared… for questions unanswered… your absence I despaired
Why… became unimportant… and a question ancient… my heart I would present
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It came to a stage… where I’d sit and stand with saying your name
And as passed my age… my love even to the deaf I’d proclaim
What began as but a child’s crush… became strands of my soul
From but a rose, grew a garden lush… in which, day and night, I’d stroll
I uttered your name in words and hush… when speech I’d no more control
And though from age, away I withered… I remained that child to you tethered
Why… a word long forgotten… for I learnt to listen… to what God has written
Why… and was I was buried… to the dead I stored… of the love I carried
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(London – 22/09/12)