Harpreet Chhachhia

Why Would I Again Choose?

Why would I again choose?

Why indeed but to lose

All of those simple things,

Like love’s mean fairy rings?

The sun set a while ago,

Time dispels her quiet woe,

The stars are veiled tonight,

They can’t cast their soothing light;

The moon is guarded too,

Tonight she begins anew,

A new tale, a new spin,

Where again I won’t win.

All I sought in all this black

Was for love to love me back,

Since it can’t the way I choose,

I’ll just get ready to lose.

The night keeps holding me close
as tight as a warm embrace
filled with the scent of a rose
with dew on its crimson face

the night goes on to love me
like pain never mattered at all
he refuses to set me free
he knows if he does I’ll fall

i guess i understand why
he surrounds each part of my life
i guess this is why i don’t try
to battle against overt strife

his dark hands show me desire
his stars show me love and hope
his moon shines down her white fire
that tells this broken heart to cope

and when the moon has turned her face
all his dark is warm ocean
sifting through corrupt thought with grace
to find turbulent emotion

so i go on to hold night close
for he is all i end up with
having so fully loved that rose
with him i shall quietly sit

Do you love me?
He says yes.
I ask how much?
He says guess.

He turns and sleeps.
The soft snore
Makes me think,
Like times before.

I know this love.
It is good,
Faces down storms
As love should.

But that soft snore
Makes me look
To love I know
In a book.

Those pages are old;
But romance
Still makes words there
Slowly dance.

I dream each night,
In the dark,
The snore destroys
That book mark.