Life is not a commodity
it can't be won over by money

Much of life is vexation
with its ceaseless repetition

Be wary of accepting any gift
it could turn out to be a joy- thief

I'll let you glitter
happy am I to shimmer

Fragile is the heart
be its body-guard

Fantasy and reality--
the former tickles
the latter stifles

By all means
have fervour
only ensure
you don't fall over!

I have a gift for you
unseen only felt
hidden in my heart
love takes little delight
in utterance or display
it wishes not to be smart

only to be silent
demure, pure
all else set apart

a bouquet for you
withers too soon
and rust will settle
in time upon a love-card

you too have a gift for me
through your eyes and smile
the sweetest flower of love you impart

two gifts in exchange
that's more than enough
a lifetime to last
love is the eternal language
of the true and faithful heart.

I don't wish life
just words to be
rather these should richly flow
as every note in a symphony

but I do wish to be invited
to the ***** of your beauty
words would then be superfluous
as love finds the place where it should be

They will dump me
I am sure-- look at their eyes-
all because I refused their company
or submit to their lies-

they will label me
an outcast deserving demise
a rotten enemy of society
to be cut to size.