Marilyn and Blanche

I always fall in love; I always, always do,
If you touch my life, with your words and kind eyes;
And if, at first, I think you are seeming true,
There will be this heart that will tell you no lies.

But it shall devour the love you have to give,
Since it experienced hungers of its own;
For that, it shall quiet readily forgive
Each teardrop, past pain, each sigh, every moan.

But you will leave, so it readies for heartbreak:
It is aware of love and all its dangers;
And to diminish the blow of each mistake
Makes me depend on the kindness of strangers.

I do

There are so many words you can tell me:
We can talk about solar system spheres,
The basic knowledge about biology,
Some soliloquy that is Shakespeare’s,
Talk of age old wars to current affairs,
Maybe speak about history’s mistakes,
Geographic cold global warming cares,
Or aquatic life in Scotland’s lakes.
There are so many things we can discuss,
Which may or may not cause an argument;
But there’s one thing that can contain a fuss,
Make one rejoice in flesh and firmament:
To end all I ask, “do you love me true?”
And you smile and say, “I do, love, I do.”

A Wannabe Sonnet

Smiles have now replaced tears:

They do not come from joy,

But actualization of fears

In destiny’s employ.

I have no cause to trust anyone:

Not a jot of certainty or strength,

Within this heart or mind run,

Of any scope, or any length.

What certainty in principle I knew

Now bows to lessons from lies,

Love exists like it was never true

Tainted by a myriad sighs.

I wish I can still close my eyes and dream

Instead of smiles that hide the screams.