A Love Poem

On the way to my sweetheart's house I picked flowers on my way. I wondered perhaps that that was the purpose of flowers. I thought of all the flowers along the way and in the woods and in the yards. I wondered if they were all going to be delivered to some sweetheart somewhere or was there a lack of love in the world, which had led to this abundance of flowers. I wondered if the flowers were happy to be going to my sweetheart's I placed them in water on the way so they could arrive alive and well. They were going as a symbol of the love in my heart. I wondered if they could see my sweetheart come and sit on my lap with her arms around me as she looked at them. Would they feel our bliss? On the way to my sweetheart's house I stopped at the library and picked out a new book. I picked a book of persian poetry. I wonder if the book was there so I could read just the right poem about love. My sweetheart serves me eggplant with a especially sweet tomato sauce. She puts the red blood of her own heart in the sauce and creates a taste so sweet I fall into a state of contentment and delight. We talk about the past She says she wanted me. I imagine her standing on the street in New York after we part long ago. And felt a great loss. I wondered about the now and then and felt a regret. But the poetry said sadness was not wise and the sadness was gone. Then I realized now she has me. What sweet revenge. Perhaps now sweet for me. We celebrated the birthday of Sawan like our own sweet granddad. The hand of fate I've seen But when fate wells up love beauty, truth and wisdom. I wonder at such awesome grace. Such a trajedy and comedy only Shakespeare, Beethoven and Homer could embrace. Tis sweet love we have my dear. DS Poem July 20, 2014 Love Poem P 99 And if your slender waist's not destined for the likes of me I still know happiness when I invoke its memory. Hafez P 99 I am the slave of your poetic nature P 99 "Come then", a voice within the wine-shop Last night admonished me, You've gained contentment, now accept This stage as Fate's degree." Hafez P 111