Thou might love , thou might hate
Thou might blame it all on fate,
Behold the viscious circle in which ye caught
For ye blinded thyself to lessons life taught
Joy of today is morrow's sorrow,
Reasons of being from each other they borrow,
Hear me ye, who loved other's for a reason,
They shalt change like sun and season,
Reasons by dawn , by dusk are not,
Loved changed in reason is love not
Love thyself, if thou must
If so, then be rest assured,
Desolate ye shalt be---Nevermore
4 comments:
to be honest i totally sux at commenting on poems!! this one kinda reminds me of shakespeare( forgive me if d spelling is wrong)very well written n luckily i got wht u tryin to convey(most of d times i dont get a damn in a poem)if i dare say its... "sweet"
loved this piece man. Liked it so much i wished i had written it myself.. Keep it up dood!
quite a non contemporary style of writing...!! 'ye', 'thou', 'thyself', 'shalt' n 'morrow'... makes it un like de modern poetry.. n brings it into de stream to which... keats n Shakespeare belonged..a very nicely sorted out piece... a beautiful read!! looking forward to more such poems!!
i couldn't resist commenting!
i really, really like this poem..the expression, the construction, the language, the fluidity, the thought...
i'm usually a wordworthian but this great! and yeah, reminiscent of shakespeare's "love altered is not love" theme :)
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