Philosophy Of Love Poem by Subrata Ray

With my clumsy innate
daily fate and nervousness
weakness and slips
you may make me your suit.

Otherwise we may choose a motel
set gossip, soothe frenzy and rest,
and see the East in the dropping West.

The revealed eye, arrowed heart
and trauma of romantic lore,
may pass and go

The sharing of drudgery and its sores
pains of defeats and victories windows,
writhing penury and fortunes intrusions,
in love grow as permanent intuition.

To be an other, the secret sharer,
is the mammoth task for the pair,
love defies pleasing and disgusting affairs.
© 2 years ago, Subrata Ray love