A CROSS-LIKE LOVE

      (For the one fondly called Mimee)

This trouble for thee I must traverse

To whisper to thy ears songs of melody.

Not for this nightmarish voice, thy nightingale of verse

I will be; to sing harmoniously this symphony.

Like a candle, a kandu, my steps you lit.

Enchanted with the light that seeth through –

Through this darkened heart. With wit

Unsurpassed, natheless modesty accrued.

Cloudy cloud like criss-cross curtails our course.

Our love, our cross; heralding this curse.

Some sweet sorrow stings sublimely.

Happy hours hunt our hearts haplessly.

Memories of happier times with you

Relieves me of the convulsive twitch

Of having to live a moment without you.

Seemingly doubtless how beholding you bewitch.

This trouble for thee I must traverse

To serenade thy eminence, though terse.

For thy love I will wage wars worded with words;

Warring words to ward rivals off this world.