In the night of my Life,
The firmament of which remains clouded from
The glimmer of hope and happiness…
You came as a Masked Angel,
Bringing felicity, gaiety and ecstasy,
Filling the void with momentary bliss,
That elevated me to another realm of euphoric existence;
The dulcet symphonies floated in the air,
Poured into my ears, with a note of false promise,
Illusive affirmation and delusive commitment,
That this insane soul failed to recognize…
The teeming exhilaration enthralled me,
And put me under the hypnotic spell
Of the Angel’s beauty and bond.
It extorted from me the last drop of love
From my heart. I emptied myself till the lees,
And resided within you.
But as I removed the false face cover,
I realized the deception, experienced the betrayal,
Recognized the guile and duplicity…
The zephyr at once lost its former grace,
And turned dismal and despondent;
And soon the former darkness descended
Upon me once again, renewing vigour and strength…
For I emptied myself for thy cause,
Having no love left to love myself…
You came as an evanescent bright,
In this dark forest of my existence;
Leaving the ever unresolved question:
Shall I Love you for bringing fugitive happiness;
Or Hate you for making me sink in this fathomless ocean of gloom?
