This Much To Bygone Love We Owe

Since we no more together sing in tune, Kiss nor yet curse, let's set each other free, Our love that had the warmth of sunny June Has cooled, if not frozen like arctic sea; I'm sad, at this time of our life's journey, Our once fond hearts aught now beat all alone; Let's shake hands whilst vacating the vows we Vouched once; how we felt they were writ on stone! Yet, fate favouring, if we meet again, Let's not frown, wrinkled forehead nor yet brows If just one jot of June we still retain, If not in fair defence of Vedic vows, Let us stay fair-minded birds—friend nor foe— This much I feel to bygone love we owe. ______________________________________________________ In today's times often two lovers wear their love as if on sleeves, and on a slightest setback part. Yet, embers of the old love still burns alive beneath mounds of accumulated ash. This sonnet reflects such warmth. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 06.11.08 |