Know Truth Dear, Don't Believe

Disbelief dear, always root-dwelling cause, Disrupted it has things, see history: Buddha had question what old belief was, Martin Luther had, Roman church's glory, Came Meera's love from the spheres far above, Not by convention was coloured her creed, The mundane world could scarce grasp her true love, Nor she succumbed to ways of worldly heed. So, pay no heed to tales tailored on me, Sham stories to credulous hearts are told, You know well not to guess on ghosts in glee, You hold a fair head ‘pon a heart of gold. A wondrous life together can we live, But if you know my love, not just believe. ______________________________________________________ A man's love interest had heard some tales about him. Yet, there was no bleeding proof, nor red hands. He tries here in this sonnet to convince her not to believe in tails of tales, mere hearsay, and trust him for what she knows, and has experienced of him— his love. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 25.03.2017 |