O the irony of love!!
How refreshing is her touch, like a bath
From afar, she is a pure dove
But recently let down from above
Who can measure the tears ceaselessly shed at her altar?
Where infatuated hearts exchange oaths with no banter
And the most heartfelt and deep-meaning words are rehearsed without a falter
O the irony of love!!
How seducing is her assurance, like a salve
In her infancy, she is an innocuous calf
With a beauty a virtuoso sculptor, cannot carve
Who will behold the bloody carnage at her threshold and not wonder?
Where the most obedient youth in defiance of father and mother
Brook no interference, at her beck and call, to attend her whisper in the worst weather
O the irony of love!!
The cries of her blood-strewn paths are heard above
Where the most valiant man falls without a salve
A caveat to even a dullard, this is no laugh
Yet how many ingenuous pairs hasten, around her alter to gather
Naively mocking these beacons thus: we’ll forever stay together;
Race or colour, culture or nation cannot, our love counter
O the joys of our initial days!
When together, it seemed we shall know no frays
Blissfully knit together in each other’s embrace
We prayed our bodies felt no space
Tis unfathomable, how you’re now a menace!
O why is your absence now my solace?
O the irony of love!! So inexpressible…who can trace?
